Riwa's Library | Riwa's Story Collection & Blog

Accidental drowning 3.4 (7)

Posted on May 18, 2016 by riwa

(edited and reposted)

Stacy walked through the gate into the backyard of her boyfriend’s parent’s house, wondering if this was going to be her last stop on her treasure hunt. For the better part of the afternoon she’d found little notes in various places – in her car, her mailbox, even in a book of love poems at the college library. Each one had sent her to and fro with the promise of something special at the end of her journey.

She’d been enjoying the hunt for clues, going from one location to the next. Now a part of her was going to be sorry when it came to an end. It had been so much fun; he was so clever.

She found the most recent one in his mailbox, the words Allow me to express the DEPTHS of my love for you – backyard written in black magic marker. The word “depths” had been capitalized; clearly it meant something.

The first thing that came to her when she read the note was a mental image of his family’s in-ground pool. Was this finally it? Did she have to get wet before this finally came to an end?

She placed the note in her car along with all the others she had discovered. Then she headed for the gate to the backyard, eager for the next clue. Would this one be the last? Or would there be more?

She passed through the gate and rounded the corner, only to discover the pool cover was partially open. That had to be another clue in and of itself. She gasped excitedly, her heart racing with excitement.

She walked up to the edge and looked down into the shallow end of the water where the cover was still open. “He would have to leave the next one underwater,” she sighed. “I don’t have my swimsuit with me.” She had on her sun dress – his favorite outfit. But there was no way she was going to get it wet.

“Crap!” she muttered under her breath as she looked down into the water. “I should’ve known you were going to do this to me.” He always did enjoy seeing her in the pool, especially without her swimsuit.

She looked down into the water, trying to see what might be waiting for her down there. There was nothing in the shallow end. He must have hidden it in the deep end.

She slowly walked around the edge of the pool, trying to peer through the cover. But it was a dark, bubbly material, hard to see through. It looked like something might be down there but she couldn’t be sure.

She walked over to the pool house and flipped the switch next to the door. There; that ought to do it. But the cover remained in place.

“Hunh??”

She flipped the switch on and off but the cover didn’t budge. She flipped it several times but that didn’t help either. It appeared to be stuck or jammed or something, exposing barely a quarter of the pool’s surface. Unfortunately what she was interested in seemed to be in the deep end directly under the bulk of the material.

“Is it broken?” she muttered under her breath. “How the hell am I supposed to find out what he left for me down there if the cover is broken?” Now she was disgusted at the way her treasure hunt had been interrupted.

Stacy walked back to the pool and peered down into the deep end. But she was unable to discern anything more than a shadow down at the bottom of the pool. This really sucked!

She slowly made her way back along the side of the pool to the shallow end. She bent down and tried once more to peer into the water at an angle in an attempt to see the pool floor in the deep end. She thought she saw an object down on the bottom. But she couldn’t see it very well and it was in 12 feet of water.

What was it… a box maybe? Was it a chest… or some sort of package? Hell, for all she knew it was nothing more than a brick or some other stupid object. There was only one way to find out what was down there.

It occurred to her he’d done this deliberately. She had to smile at his ingenuity. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you!” she said aloud. “You probably guessed I didn’t keep a suit in my car. You were counting on me telling you how I had to get naked in order to go down to get the prize you left for me down there, weren’t you!”

She sighed as she slipped out of her dress shoes. She looked all around, confirming the privacy fence was high enough to prevent anyone from watching her. Then she pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her in her black underwear.

The bra came off next; there was no use getting it wet. She stood there with her breasts exposed, wondering if she should go all the way. She was alone but she just didn’t want to do it fully nude. After all, she half expected him to come out somewhere laughing his damn head off at having successfully gotten her naked.

“This better be worth it!” she muttered, shaking her head as she slowly waded down the steps into the cool water. Even if it turned out to be less that she was hoping for she couldn’t be angry with him. She’d been having fun all day following the clues he’d left behind. If she came out of the water with nothing more than another clue she could always tease the hell out of him by giving him a detailed description of how he’d missed seeing her in his parent’s pool wearing nothing but her panties.

She waded out to where the cover came to an abrupt stop. She looked down as the water lapped just below her breasts. Even this far out she couldn’t tell for sure what the hell was down there. She would have to swim down just to get a closer look.

Stacy sighed in resignation; she was going to have to do this. She hoped there was a towel nearby to dry her hair. She took a deep breath to fill her lungs. Then she submerged, a trickle of bubbles coming out of her nose.

At first she simply peered down toward the bottom of the pool. There was a box or chest or something down there. She would have to go all the way down if she was going to check it out.

Stacy swam forward, nervously slipping under the pool cover. She paused near the 5 foot section where the floor angled down, unwilling to go any farther. She felt a little claustrophobic with the cover over much of the water.

There was just enough light working its way down through the bubble cover to reveal some sort of chest. She burbled excitedly; there just had to be something in there for her! Then she turned around and swam back, moving just past the edge of the cover to be able to stand upright and pant for breath.

“Something’s down there all right,” she muttered under her breath as her excitement ratcheted up another notch. None of the other clues she’d found had been in anything nearly as large as that chest down there. She was almost certain her prize was waiting inside. But what could it be?

Stacy’s mind went back to their time at the mall together the other day. She’d went all gaga over that bracelet the two of them had looked at in the jewelry store. When he hadn’t bought it for her she’d pouted.

Could that be it? Had he gone back and bought it for her, only to come up with this elaborate treasure hunt just to tease and tantalize her? Surely that was the answer, wasn’t it?

So what was the deal with this pool cover being stuck open the way it was? Was he just being ornery, getting back at her for pouting and making him miserable? Had she manipulated him into buying it for her, only for him to get back at her by forcing her to go for a naked swim just to retrieve it? Yes… that had to be it!

The more she considered it the more likely it seemed. This was probably his way of taunting her, letting her know she would have to work for it. Knowing him he wasn’t going to make it easy on her.

The swim was obvious; he loved seeing her in and underwater. This was probably his plan all along, hoping she had to strip naked to retrieve it. He was probably expecting her to regale him with how she’d been forced to take her clothes off and then swim down to fetch it.

That had to mean whatever was waiting for her in the chest was going to be wonderful, didn’t it? It just had to be that bracelet! Besides, hadn’t that sales clerk mentioned the bracelet could be worn while swimming? She was sure that had been the final selling point when he’d gone back to buy it for her.

Stacy gasped excitedly as her heart rate increased. She was almost certain that bracelet was down there waiting for her. After all, what else could it be?

The only task she had left was the swim. And it wasn’t going to be all that easy, not with the cover mostly closed over the surface of the pool. She had a swim on her hands, a swim she knew he would want to hear all the juicy details about once she proudly displayed it to him on her wrist.

But why did he have to leave the damned cover closed over so much water?

She looked down again in dismay, suddenly hesitant about swimming all the way down to retrieve her treasure. It was darker down there in the deep end. The cover was making it more claustrophobic than she would have liked.

She’d already tried the switch at the pool shed and nothing had happened. Either the mechanism was broken or he’d turned the power off, rigging it to jam open at its current position. It didn’t matter how he’d done it. She was going to be forced to hold her breath long enough to swim down and retrieve her bracelet.

For a moment she thought about trying to find another way to open the cover completely. Then she decided against it. She was wasting time; she wanted her prize right now.

Obviously he’d set this up on purpose. He certainly wouldn’t have made it impossible for her… a challenge maybe, but not impossible. He knew she could swim the entire length of the pool and back on one breath. So this was something she was capable of doing.

“He’ll want me to tell him all about it,” she said to herself. “He’ll want to know every little detail about my swim, especially what I wasn’t wearing and how long it took. Besides, he’s timed me a few times and he knows I can hold my breath two minutes when I’m trying hard. So I’m sure I can do this.”

A flicker of doubt tickled the back of her mind but she brushed it aside. If it really was the bracelet waiting for her down there then she wanted it on her wrist as soon as possible. And some partly covered pool wasn’t going to stop her, not when she could hold her breath long enough to get the job done.

She began taking deep breaths to prepare herself for her swim. It wasn’t like it was going to be a full swim to the end of the pool and back or anything like that. All she was going to do was swim down to the deep end, pick up the chest and bring it back.

She felt a quiver of uncertainty as she looked at the pool cover. “Oh for heaven’s sake; go get it!” she said aloud. She took a deep breath, submerged and started down for the chest before she could change her mind.

Stacy released little bubbles out of her nose as she pulled herself down into the deep end with her arms. She used long, easy strokes as the cool water brushed sensuously over her nearly naked body. “Stay calm,” she told herself. “It’s nothing more than a nice afternoon swim in your boyfriend’s parent’s backyard pool… with nothing on but your panties and a mostly closed pool cover to deal with!”

She smiled inwardly, wondering if somewhere her boyfriend was already picturing in his mind the swim she was making. Was he imagining her making the swim nude? She highly suspected as much. Maybe she would tell him how she swam down after her prize wearing nothing but her black panties and a smile. That should get his heart pumping.

As she drew closer she could see tell it was definitely some kind of chest. What she hadn’t counted on was all that rope and twine wrapped around it. She frowned as she swam up to it, grabbing onto it as her legs curled up underneath her to carry it back with her to the…

What the…??

It wouldn’t move!

She tugged on the chest but it didn’t do any good. She got down on her knees and tugged again, air bubbling out of her nose as she grunted. The chest gave a little but not enough for her to bring it back up with her.

Damn! What did you do to my prize down here??

Stacy looked up and watched her bubbles bounce off the pool cover above. She felt an anxious thrill knowing she had to make the swim back on the breath in her lungs. There was an erotic shiver at the thought this could get dangerous if something went wrong.

She felt a burn in her lungs; she was running low on air. But she was sure she had enough to make it back to the opening in the pool cover. At any rate this pool wasn’t all that long. But why wasn’t the chest coming free?

She tugged insistently before taking a closer look. She discovered to her chagrin that her rat of a boyfriend had deliberately secured it to the drain with the twine. She would need to untie it first.

Stacy started fumbling with the knots before losing another burst of air. That’s when she decided to head back for a fresh breath before trying it again. There was no need to push herself down here.

She launched herself up off the bottom, pulling hard for the opening in the shallow end of the pool. Her lungs heaved gently but she was getting close to the opening in the cover. She finally stood up gasping for breath, standing in chest deep water while shaking her head at the task he’d left behind for her to deal with.

“You bastard!” she panted aloud. “I can’t believe you tied it up to the drain like that! Damn you; you must really want me to work for it!” That indicated to her it simply had to be the bracelet waiting inside.

She smiled, mentally picturing his mischievous grin. It suddenly occurred to her he might not have traveled with the team after all. Maybe he’d stayed behind and was hiding somewhere nearby watching her every move. Maybe he could see her right now!

Her eyes darted all around the backyard, looking for any sign of him. She saw nothing and concluded he was probably with the team like he was supposed to be. Still… for some reason she had the uneasy feeling she was indeed being watched.

She looked around once more before brushing the thought aside. It had to be nothing more than the discomfort of trying to retrieve the chest deep in the pool in a claustrophobic situation. No doubt he would want all the juicy details when he got back.

She looked back down toward the bottom where her prize awaited. “With all that twine, it’s got to be the bracelet!!” she decided. “He’s certainly making me work for it!” Then she began taking long, deep breaths in preparation for her second attempt to go down and fetch the coveted piece of jewelry. But she might need a really good breath in case it took her some time to unravel all that damned twine!

Her first trip down hadn’t been nearly as scary as she’d thought. She was surprised how well she’d handled herself. She hadn’t been forced to hold her breath that long either. Of course she’d been forced to return once she’d discovered what he’d done with the twine.

Once more she thought about that bracelet resting comfortably on her wrist. Her growing excitement was simply too much to overcome. Stacy took a long, deep breath before submerging with a burble and heading back down.

She swam with long, smooth deliberate strokes, working to conserve as much air as possible. She passed the line marking the sudden drop from 5 feet down to 12, confidently angling downward. Air trickled out of her nose, leaving a little trail behind her as she swam right up to the chest.

She was tingling excitedly, her nipples starting to harden as she grabbed the chest. She worked herself onto her knees and then went right to work. It wouldn’t be long now until the bracelet was finally in her possession.

She found a lose thread and began working on it. There was an ungawdly amount of twine; it was taking longer than expected. She kept drifting upwards, her brown hair billowing in front of her face and making her swat it away.

She released a small burst of air through her nose to relieve the growing pressure in her chest. Her lungs began to burn as she started to drift up again. She jerked her head back and released another burst to clear her sinuses and to decrease her buoyancy.

She glanced upward to observe the cover still in place. It gave her a faint twinge of anxiety, spurring her to speed up the process. She knew she could get back to the opening in time, but she really needed to hurry things along.

The twine was being stubborn as hell. Stacy began to wonder if she might be forced back yet again to get another breath. She felt her lungs heave gently in her chest; she was starting to get concerned…

The twine suddenly gave way as the lid came loose. Stacy thought she heard the quiet hum of something. She surmised it might be the pump, but she was too excited to retrieve her prize to investigate.

All thoughts were on what she hoped was the bracelet. Her lungs were beginning to burn, those spasms in her chest increasing. But she figured she had just enough time to reach in, pull out her present and head back.

She opened the lid, reached into the chest and felt around, certain her efforts were about to pay off. What her fingers latched onto did not feel like a bracelet. Instead it felt like another note.

What the hell?? No bracelet?? You mean I’m still not done with this damned treasure hunt yet??

She was more than a little pissed as she clung to the chest with her knees locked around it. Air bubbled out of her mouth as her lungs began to spasm. Instead of taking the note back with her she quickly unfurled the little piece of plastic and read the words written in water-proof black marker…

BANG! YOU’RE DEAD!

WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS??!!

It was getting darker; what the hell was going on?? She abruptly turned to see the light in the shallow end nearly gone. The cover was closing on her, moving inexorably toward the wall at the far end of the pool!

SHIT!

She burbled in alarm as she started kicking toward the shallow end as hard as she could, her arms pulling frantically. Her chest spasmed sharply, her lungs crying out for air. She realized she wasn’t going to get there before the cover reached the end of the pool.

She watched in horror as it thumped against the far wall before she even reached the 5 foot line in the floor of the pool. Now she was trapped underneath the cover. How the hell had it managed to close on her? Had she activated it by mistake when she’d tripped the switch several times??

Stacy bubbled in growing panic, her lungs on fire as she swam the rest of the way to the shallow end of the pool. She reached the steps, grabbed for the edge of the cover and tried to pull it back open. All she needed was enough to stick her head up!

The cover wouldn’t give. It was as though it was welded to the edge of the pool. There was nowhere to stick an arm up, no opening big enough to stick her head through. She was trapped underneath!

She grabbed onto the end of the cover, planted her feet against the wall and pulled with all her might, her lungs heaving desperately. The cover refused to budge as she lost little bursts of air. Her lungs felt like they were on fire as she almost screamed in panic, instinctively clamping a hand over her mouth as though that would keep her from drowning.

Stacy looked upward, only to see a very distinct shadow up there. It looked as though someone was up there standing on the edge of the pool looking down at her. Gawd; she was saved!!

She rolled over onto her back and began beating against the cover with her fists, kicking at it with her feet in a desperate attempt to get their attention up there. Her chest was heaving insistently; she couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Gawd; didn’t they see her beating on the cover down here??

‘HURRY…… I’M DOWN HERE….. GET ME OUT….. I’M TRAPPED….. PLEASE HURRY…….. ALMOST……… OUT OF BREATH……….. Her lungs screamed in agony but the shadow remained in place, unmoving.

CAN’T THEY SEE ME? ……..OHMYGAWD! ……….CAN’T HOLD IT …………..ANY ………………LONGER!

Stacy screamed as air spewed out of her mouth, bursting up against the cover. She inhaled reflexively, gurgling as she sucked down a huge lungful of water. Then she went into spasms, her eyes flying open in horror.

She began to thrash about, coughing up fluid and air only to suck down more pool water. She spasmed sharply, doubling over as she lost her ability to pound away at the cover. She finally drifted up against it, her head and breasts pressing up against the material as her body painfully jerked and spasmed.

She stared upward in shock, wondering what the hell had just happened. Her mouth gaped open from her last attempt to breathe. She blinked in surprise before letting out a little sigh of bubbles as the life flicked out of her eyes.

Her last conscious thought was trying to decipher what the message meant. Had her boyfriend tried to murder her? It was too horrible to contempl…

—–

“I’m really sorry,” she said, reaching out and patting him on the arm as they sat across from each other in a booth at the soda shop. “You must feel terrible.”

“I do,” he replied softly. There was a haunted look in his eyes. “I don’t know what she was doing in my parent’s pool while I was away. I don’t know how she got trapped under the cover. If only I would have been there to save her.” Tears welled up in his eyes as he sipped on his soda.

“You mustn’t blame yourself,” she told him encouragingly.

“But it was my family’s pool. My folks were away; I was out of town with the team. No one was home when it happened. If only I would have been there. What the hell was she doing there?” He blinked the tears out of his eyes and nursed his soda.

“Did the police investigate? What did they say?”

“At first they wanted to blame me… me of all people!” …and he choked back a sob. “I was away with the team; my folks were out of town. I have no idea what she was doing there. All they found lying on the ground was her dress, shoes and bra. There was nothing in the pool to indicate why she was in the water. And there was nothing in her car telling them why she might’ve gone to the house.”

“Maybe she went for a swim. Was the pool cover broken or something?”

He shook his head, obviously in great pain over the loss of his girlfriend. “They checked the motor to the pool cover; it works fine! They don’t know how in the world she could have gotten trapped like that… unless someone was out trying to kill her! But who would want to kill Stacy?? They have no suspects and no evidence anyone was there, other than the theory someone had to have closed the cover on her. They’re calling it an accidental drowning, although I really don’t think they believe that. I think they think I had something to do with it. But I didn’t!”

“I believe you,” she said supportively, patting him on the arm again. “I’ll help you in any way I can. I’m here for you day or night.” She smiled warmly.

“Thanks, Brittany! You don’t know what I’ve been through these past few days.”

‘You don’t know what I went through to get you alone like this,’ she thought, smiling inwardly as she stroked his arm in sympathy. ‘After I set up her treasure hunt and drowned her I had to go down and remove all the evidence before taking all those notes out of her car. Now you’re going to be mine…’

Posted in Drowning Stories, Jqpublic Stories | Tagged drowning, topless | Leave a comment

Cement blocks 3.3 (6)

Posted on May 12, 2016 by riwa

(Writer’s note: I thought this was a well acted scene when I first saw this clip, and naturally I thought of Emma. She loved my presentation. Just a quick little bonus short story for today with vidcap illustrations.)

Emma ran just as fast as her legs could carry her. He was after her, that crazy bastard in the black outfit. He’d caught her snooping around and now he was coming after her.

She had no idea what he would do once he caught up to her. But she wasn’t about to find out. He’d cut her off from her vehicle; now she was trying to circle back to it.

He caught her by surprise, covering her mouth. She tried to scream but there was a cloth over her face. The odor made her dizzy as her knees buckled. Then she went limp in his grasp.

When she awakened Emma found herself in some boat dock. She moaned softly. Then she felt something attached to her ankle. What the hell??

A jolt of fear hit her hard as she tried to free herself from the blocks. She was chained and padlocked to it; she couldn’t free herself! In an instant she suspected what her fate was going to be.

She heard a noise and looked up. The guy who’d attacked her was standing there. Emma shivered with fright, fearing the worst.

“Who are you?” she cried out. “You can’t do this to me! I was only looking around! I got lost, ok? You’d better let me go if you know what’s good for you!”

In response he walked up to her. Emma stepped away with fright, only to see him reach down and pick up the chained blocks. She gasped in alarm as another fearful jolt hit her hard.

“No!” she gasped in horror. “Put that down! I won’t tell another soul; honest I won’t!” That’s when he swung it in the direction of the water.

“NOOOOO!”

It hit the water with a splash and disappeared. Immediately it began pulling the chain along with it into the water. Emma cried out in horror, frozen with fear. What could she do??

The blocks were heavy enough to pull her legs out from under her. She cried out as she fell onto the dock. Then the blocks started pulling her toward the water. Emma tried to find something to grab onto, but the wood of the dock was slippery and there was nothing to grab onto.

It almost pulled her all the way off. Emma grabbed onto the edge of the dock, begging him to save her before it was too late. Then she felt herself starting to lose her grip.

She let out a cry as she lost her grasp. She was pulled into the water with a splash. Emma was sure she was a goner.

She kicked herself back up to the surface. There was slack in the chain; maybe he had miscalculated! A moment later she popped up, only to find her eyes were above the water but her mouth and nose had not cleared! She couldn’t get up high enough to get a breath!

She began to flail with her arms, trying to pull herself up high enough to get air. But the chain kept her tethered right at the surface, her mouth and nose not quite up out of the water. She coughed and sputtered, kicking and flailing like crazy, only to discover the blocks were just too heavy to allow her to go up any higher!

He stood there watching her as she struggled. Emma tried to call out to him, only to swallow water as she coughed and sputtered. She kept trying to pull herself up high enough to get her mouth out of the water. But the chain left her tantalizingly short!

She flailed with her arms until she couldn’t hold her breath anymore. Emma began drowning with her eyes poking up above the surface. Her body spasmed and convulsed until her lungs flooded. Then she drifted there quietly, only her eyes and forehead peeking up above the surface.

He stared at her for half a minute. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth, coming up from her flooded lungs. Then he turned and walked away. She would never tell anyone what she had discovered on his property. The cement blocks would see to that. He would take her out later to the deepest part of the lake to make sure she was never heard from again.

(Vidcaps are from the Slasher 2016 TV series and are used for illustration purposes only.)

Posted in Drowning Stories, Emma Stories, Picture Stories | Leave a comment

The end of Magda and Joseph 2.3 (3)

Posted on May 12, 2016 by riwa

(Writer’s note: Sometimes a story idea sticks in your head and you have to get it in print to get it out. This is an idea that has been on my mind for awhile. My desire was to capture the emotions of the moment with as few words as possible. But my heart and sadness is for the innocent during a very tragic part of world history.)

Magda came out of the room and softly closed the door behind her as though not wanting to awaken the children. She was very pale, her eyes all red and puffy. Then she numbly made her way down the stairs.

She found an empty room with a table and a deck of cards. She sat down and reached out for them, mindlessly shuffling them before laying them out in the familiar pattern of solitaire. She listlessly moved cards to and fro, not wanting to feel anymore… not wanting to think.

She heard the sound of feet in the hallway beyond but did not bother to look up. A lone, well-dressed male came into the room and stood before her. He never said a word.

She looked up and saw it was Joseph. All he had to do was acknowledge the look in her eyes to know it was done. There was a look of great sorrow etched in his features. He must have aged at least a decade these last few days.

She acknowledged the gun in his right hand. In response she stood up from the table, abandoning her game. Together they walked out the door, not saying a word to each other.

They did not walk hand in hand. There was no longer any semblance of affection left to share with each other. His prior infidelities had seen to that. All that held them together was the children… and now they were gone.

As they climbed the stairs the horrible memory returned, the memory of her oldest daughter waking up and resisting her. She’d been forced to grasp her face and pry her mouth open, forcing the capsule between her lips. Then she’d made her bite down on it.

Around her had been the sounds of writhing bodies, of unconscious children having horrible seizures. She hadn’t been able to look at them anymore. She’d numbed herself to the horror, rationalizing her actions.

The capsule had finally broken, the eldest going into the expected seizures. She no longer had to force her and she gently let go of her head. She could not speak, could not ask her daughter for forgiveness as the tears welled up in her eyes. It did not matter; she deserved none.

It was a situation of her own making. She could not allow the children to live with the heavy burden they would be forced to bear afterwards. And she could not live being forced to admit to what her husband had been a part of all these years. The responsibility was hers and hers alone for her willing participation.

She and her husband finally reached the main floor. It was dark as they stepped outside into the garden. Off in the distance the sound of artillery fire indicated just how close the battle raged.

They paused for a moment, neither one willing to speak. There was nothing more to say to each other, no reason to prolong the inevitable. There was nothing now but sadness and regret. It was over, time to end everything. Death would be a relief.

She took two steps forward and then turned to face him, a look of sadness in her eyes. She did not request him to take action; there was no need. She spoke not a word; she simply stood there waiting.

Numbly he lifted the gun and pointed it at her chest. She didn’t even stiffen with anticipation. Then he pulled the trigger.

The weapon spit death, a direct shot into her heart. She collapsed in a heap. A moment later there was a second shot. But she did not hear it, not that she would have cared. He had blown the back of his brains out.

At first there was merciful blackness, a respite from her agony. But then the veil of darkness lifted. She was back in that room, watching from above as she poisoned her children all over again. They were having seizures, the oldest fighting against her… fighting for her life as she forced the cyanide capsule into her mouth. Then she opened her mouth in a silent scream, forced to watch a monster killing her children over and over for all eternity.

This… was worse than hell…

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Bagging the Agent 4.3 (7)

Posted on May 6, 2016 by riwa

(repost)

The blonde-haired agent awoke to discover she wasn’t dead after all. Janet felt weak and groggy, indicating she’d probably been tranquilized in that warehouse. She could feel a throb in her neck where the pellet had penetrated.

She looked around and discovered she’d been moved. She was now lying flat on her back on a black-framed four poster bed in some sort of playroom. Apparently her clothes had been removed while she’d been out, only to be replaced with some sort of translucent green latex outfit. The whole thing reeked of something kinky… and of something dangerously unpleasant.

She tried to rise, only to feel the drugs in her system still sapping her strength. Janet collapsed back onto the bed, helpless and frustrated. She could feel her senses coming back on line. But it was going to take a few more minutes to compose herself, minutes she wasn’t sure she had.

She tried again, fighting with everything she had just to sit up. A wave of nausea washed over her. It passed and she felt a little bit stronger, but not enough to remain upright. She fell backward, panting hard as she worked her jaws, trying to get her mouth to function again.

The door opened and a young woman entered with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Her long reddish-brown hair hung down almost to her waist. She wore some sort of kinky, dark purple two piece latex outfit that deliberately exposed her mid-section and her breasts.

“Oh, goody!” she observed with sinister glee. “You’re awake!” Then her eyes narrowed coldly as she quietly added, “Now we get to play.”

The agent tried to move again. She succeeded in getting herself upright before her muscles threatened to give out on her again. Before she could collapse back onto the bed the young woman came over and caught her, helping her to sit up straight.

“Here, let me help you,” she offered as she climbed onto the bed behind her. A moment later the agent felt rope being wound around her wrists. It wasn’t tight enough to secure her, but it was just enough to help hold her arms in place. The agent felt a stab of alarm in the pit of her gut.

It wasn’t long before her arms were stretched out with the rope. She was secured to rings in the braces between the bedposts, leaving her feeling like a big bird with its wings helplessly stretched outward. Then the woman reached around and rubbed her body, caressing the latex over her breasts and sending erotic shivers flowing through her.

Her adversary climbed off, came around and looked her up and down. “Perfect!” she gasped delightedly. “I love it when my play-toys are properly prepared!” Then she walked over to a drawer and pulled out what looked to be several sheets of plastic.

“I think we’ll try a little bagging today. How does that sound to you?” Then she turned and winked at the agent.

“Ddddd – DAMN yyyyy – you!” the agent managed to get out, her tongue still feeling thick and heavy. Now she was starting to feel real fear in her stomach as her muscles fought to regain their strength. Her attempt at speech caused her adversary to chuckle.

“Oh we haven’t been properly introduced yet. But I certainly know you. You work at the Agency.” Then she paused for dramatic effect.

“My name is Violet. But you can call me ‘The Asphyxiator’. I’ll be your executioner today.” She said it as though killing the agent was no big deal to her.

Janet’s eyes went wide in recognition and shock. Then she began to squirm and struggle in earnest, horrified at whom she had finally encountered. ‘You mean she’s the one who’s been killing our female agents?? I have to get free and alert the Agency!’

She felt the bed respond as Violet climbed on and sat behind her. She struggled against the ropes as her strength began to return. A moment later a clear, plastic bag was abruptly pulled down over her head.

Her adversary cackled as she stood upon the bed behind her. “Let’s start with one bag, shall we, darling? I like to start slow before working up to my kills.”

Janet was forced forward as the end of the bag rolled up and hung up near her mouth. She grunted in alarm at the peril she was in. There was a good chance she was going to die unless she could somehow get free!

It all made sense to Janet now, especially the way several of her female friends in the Agency had been found. They’d either been smothered or strangled to death, leading several of her colleagues to dub the perpetrator as ‘The Asphyxiator’. And now she was next, caught in the sadistic bitch’s sinister web!

She’d gone to that damn warehouse alone because of an anonymous tip, only to get shot in the neck once she’d gotten inside. Now it was obvious the tip had been nothing more than a set-up. It had been nothing more than a ruse to lure her there so bitch could add her to the growing body count.

She couldn‘t prevent the bag from being pulled all the way down over her face. Then she heard Violet coo at her from behind. “Time to hold your breath, baby,” the woman told her with sadistic glee.

A moment later the dangerous felon put her hand over her face. “Now struggle for me, Janet, ok?” she taunted. “Be a darling and give me a good show, ok? Show me you can die just as erotically as all the others.”

Janet tried her best not to struggle, tried not to give her tormentor the satisfaction of enjoying her suffering. But she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t long until she began struggling in earnest. Her lungs started heaving in her chest as she fought for her next breath of air.

As she struggled she became aware of Violet pressing into her back with cries of “YEAH, BABY – FIGHT ME!” The woman’s weight against her had the affect of tightening the ropes attached to her wrists, making it harder to free herself. It felt as though the sadistic bitch was humping her!

“GUMPH!”

“Yeah, bitch… FIGHT me!”

“UUNNGGHHH!”

Janet thrashed about in near panic. She couldn’t breathe; she was going to pass out any second now. Then Violet eased up on her. The bag to loosen, allowing her to get a few precious breaths of air.

“Oh, NO, you don’t!” her tormentor exclaimed, quickly adjusting her grip on the bag. “You don’t get off THAT easily, darling!” A moment later the bag was pulled tightly around Janet’s face. Once more her air was cut off.

Janet struggled instinctively as her lungs fought to pull down her next breath. But this time the sadistic bitch kept the bag tight against her face while humping her hard from behind. It also kept the rope taut around her secured wrists, leaving her helpless to fight back.

The imperiled agent wriggled and squirmed, her lungs heaving. She could not breathe at all; she was becoming dizzy. At the same time she was horrified to detect a growing arousal in her loins, her body’s natural reaction to being unable to breathe.

Was she going to climax in the midst of her peril? Was this what the sadistic bitch had in mind? Did she enjoy forcing orgasms out of her victims as she suffocated them??

“I WON’T!” her mind screamed. “I WON’T GIVE HER THE SATISFA – GUUUNNNGGGHHH!”

It hit her hard, ravaging her body as her back arched. Her lungs screamed at her, demanding another breath as she shuddered from an intense orgasm. Her eyes rolled; she was sure she was going to black out!

Violet abruptly released the bag. Janet panted heavily, managing to get a half-decent breath of air into her lungs. “Gawd, baby – you CAME, didn’t you!” her tormentor gasped. “Wonderful, darling! I always like to allow my victims enjoy themselves before I asphyxiate them. Now it’s my turn to cum!”

Once more the bag was pulled tightly over her face until Janet couldn’t breathe again. Violet humped the shit out of her, verbally urging her to have another orgasm before her own caught up to her. That’s when she cried out with pleasure, losing her grip on the bag enough for Janet to gasp once more.

“And now we go again, bitch!” Violet gasped after a brief pause. Once more the bag was pulled tightly over Janet’s face. And once more it swelled shamefully inside her.

Janet couldn’t hold the orgasms back; they just kept coming and coming. What’s more, she found herself starting to give in to them. She was ashamed of herself but was unable to exert any form of self-control. That’s when she began to question whether she’d sub-consciously allowed herself to get captured.

She’d secretly read the autopsy reports, read how the coroner had studied each body and had discovered the sexual aspects associated with each death. Each woman had been found with an inordinate amount of vaginal fluid. It had made her wonder if each one had been brought to some form of sexual ecstasy before death had occurred.

So why had she gone to that warehouse without any backup? Was it because of the autopsy reports? She wanted to believe it had simply been a desire on her part not to risk any more members of the Agency. But now she wasn’t so sure.

What if deep down it was on account of some strange sub-conscious excitement she had about breath-play? Reading about those deaths had aroused her so. Was she about to pay for her foolishness with her life?

“C’mon, bitch!” she heard Violet cry out from behind her as she was humped relentlessly. “Give me another one, Janet – I KNOW you’ve got more hiding in there!”

Her lungs screamed at her as her breath was denied yet again. Once more she found herself unable to stop herself from cumming as another orgasm slammed into her. This one hit her so hard she actually passed out, going limp in the ropes that held her arms up.

“No – no – no; that’ll NEVER do!” Violet exclaimed, releasing the bag so it could inflate once again. “I’m not THROUGH with you yet, darling. Get your breath back, baby. Then we go again.”

A rush of air filled Janet’s lungs, air that was partially compromised by her own exhalations inside the bag. But it was enough to bring her around. Janet gasped as she shook her head.

Her body was sore from cumming; her wrists ached from their bindings. That’s when she felt an additional bag being pulled down over her head. “You did so well with one bag, darling. Let’s see how well you do with two.”

She pulled both of them down tight before stretching the outer one out over the top of her victim’s head. “Go ahead, darling,” she cooed sadistically. “Struggle for me, baby!”

Janet began to struggle breathing, her inhalations pulling the bags tight against her lips. She winced as another orgasm swelled inside her, threatening to top the dam and spill over. Then she was cumming again as the sadistic bitch gleefully humped the back of her head.

Janet knew she needed to find some way of escape. But she was losing her strength with each orgasm, losing her strength each time air was denied her. She was weak, dizzy and disoriented… and she sensed the end might not be that much farther away.

The twin bags puffed and deflated, sucking tightly against her face as she struggled to breathe. Violet’s unyielding grip made sure no air could seep through. Janet’s lungs screamed at her as a breathless inferno burned in her chest.

For a moment she felt a burst of adrenaline that caused her to struggle like mad much to Violet’s delight. The only thing she accomplished was being on the receiving end of another hard orgasm that ravaged her body, leaving her weak and breathless. Then the bags were loosened, allowing her to gasp madly for breath as streamers of air found their way to her lungs.

The bags huffed and puffed, making it difficult for Janet to breathe. For the moment they remained loose around her face. That’s when Violet bent over her and whispered into her ear…

“I want you to know that of all the women I’ve killed, darling, YOU’VE been the very best!” She said it seductively, allowing a finger to trail over the gasping woman‘s face. Then her tormentor sighed wistfully.

“Sorry, darling, but all good things must come to an end. Now here’s the third bag, darling. The third one usually proves fatal.”

She said it casually as though snuffing another female was nothing to her. Then with a knowing chuckle she tugged it down into place. Janet panted weakly for breath, suspecting she was not going to survive this.

She tried to breathe deeply but it was a struggle to fuel her lungs. Trying to pull air through three bags was exceedingly difficult. Her mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of her predicament.

She choked and gurgled as a thin cord was wrapped around her neck. It wasn’t enough to strangle her to death. But it was more than enough to help seal the three bags over her head.

Her body exploded as she struggled in a last desperate attempt to free herself. Janet writhed violently in the ropes securing her wrists. Violet was forced to hang on for dear life to avoid being thrown off the bed, humping Janet for all she was worth while gleefully cheering her on…

“Yeah, baby; fight me! Fight to pull air into your lungs! Give it up for your Asphyxiator, darling! Struggle for me; show me how arousing it is for a brave young woman from the Agency to be asphyxiated to death!”

She could feel her own orgasm building. Violet knew this one was going to be extra special. The last one always was as it usually came at the lethal asphyxiation of another female agent.

At that moment Janet found reserves she didn’t know she had. She thrashed about like a wild woman as the air went stale in the bags around her head. They puffed in and out as she panted for breath until she found herself sucking her own expelled air back into her lungs… found herself sucking the bags tightly to her mouth…

She sucked harder, her lungs trying to find some source of fresh oxygen. But none was forthcoming. She weakened as she became dizzy and disoriented. Then it went off inside her with a thunderous eruption.

Janet shuddered hard, her lungs gasping madly for fresh air to feed what her last orgasm had just stolen from her. Her murderer cried out with sadistic glee… “Gawd yeah, darling! Give it up for me, baby! Die for me, you BITCH!”

Janet went into convulsions before suddenly going limp, too tired to fight anymore. She was ashamed of herself; ashamed she’d let her colleagues down. She was ashamed the bitch known as ‘The Asphyxiator’ had murdered her and would probably kill again.

What shamed her the most was the way she’d cum so intensely as a direct result of oxygen deprivation… and that the bitch had gotten off on it. That shame was the last thing on her mind as the bag clung tightly to her face. Then she slumped forward, her eyes all glazed over.

“Gawd, yeah!” Violet gasped as her orgasm overtook her at the death of the Agency woman. She shuddered hard while eagerly humping the lifeless body. Then she relaxed, gasping wildly for breath.

She sighed contentedly, lovingly caressing her play-toy’s non-moving body. “I gotta give it to you, darling,” she cooed. “You were great – definitely the best one the Agency’s sent out so far. You’re going to be a hard one to top. But that’s ok with me. I’m looking forward to seeing who they send out after me next.”

(Pictures are from latexangels.com and are for illustration purposes only.)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories | Tagged bagging, forced orgasms, pictures | Leave a comment

Caught stealing boyfriends 3 (3)

Posted on April 30, 2016 by riwa

(edited with an additional 900 words and reposted)

“Hello, Brad? This is Emma… yeah, I’m looking forward to tonight. I’m going to wear that dress you said you liked. …yeah, that’s the one. I found it in Amy’s closet, the really slinky one with the black heels? …oh, don’t worry. I think you’ll like it better on me that you ever did on Amy! … oh yeah; I agree. It definitely accents all the right places on me, if you know what I mean. …no, I won’t tell her if you won’t. …you want me to what? Get on my knees and do what? …yeah, Brad. You’ll probably have to make me, but I’m sure you won’t have any problems doing that. Besides, you love forcing it down my throat, don’t you! Ok, I’ll see you in an hour. I’ve got to go in and finish getting ready for tonight. I’m sitting out here by the pool… yeah, I have to sneak in and swipe Amy’s outfit out of her closet before she gets home. So I’d better go now before they get back to the house. …ok, Brad. I’ll talk to you later. See you tonight, ok?”

She placed her cellphone down on the patio table, a smile on her lips. If Amy ever found out she was a dead woman. But that’s what made it so exciting, right?

She stood up from her chair and turned to head into the house, only to jerk with a start. Amy stood there glaring at her, fury etched in her features. She was wearing her white t-shirt and shorts, the attire she usually changed into whenever she got home from work. Emma didn’t know if her roommate was going to cry or scream at her.

“Hi, Amy. Wh-when did you get home?”

“Long enough to find out why I haven’t had a date with Brad in over a week, you little slut! Have you been on your knees again sucking a cock that doesn’t belong to you?”

“I wouldn’t do that!”

“You’ve been seeing my Brad and sucking his damn cock, haven’t you! You’re going to see him tonight, aren’t you!”

“I am not!”

“And you’re going to wear that outfit I bought just for him, aren’t you! I heard you on the phone, you little tart!”

“You aren’t supposed to listen in on my phone calls, you bitch!”

“You stole my boyfriend, you little SLUT!”

“I did not! And you shouldn’t be listening in on other people’s conversations! It’s not right, you know!”

“You’re not supposed to be stealing your roommate’s boyfriends, you little shit!”

“I didn’t steal anyone!”

“I just heard you on the phone, you little slut! You told him you were going to sneak in and wear my dress! You think you can just take my boyfriend, you little whore?”

“I didn’t take anybody’s boyfriend. It’s not my fault he wants to see me tonight!”

“You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, you little tart!”

“Maybe if you would put out for him once in a while you wouldn’t have lost him in the first place! It’s not my fault he likes me!”

“That’s because you suck his damn cock, you little whore!”

“I do not – AAUUGGHH!!” Amy charged her roommate in a blind fury. She wrapped her up in her arms and toppled them both into the deep end of their backyard pool with a splash.

The catfight was on…

—–

Maria walked into the house from running her errand to the store. She put the sack of groceries onto the counter. Then she pulled out her cellphone.

It was strange how she hadn’t heard from Mike in a while. They’d been seeing each other for some time but he’d gone strangely quiet. Every time she’d called he’d been busy. As a result they hadn’t gone out on a date together in over three weeks. It was time to get some answers.

“Mike? This is Maria. What’s going on? How come you’ve been busy so often? …no, you can’t hang up! I want to know what the hell is going on! Talk to me, Mike; I deserve to know what’s going on!

—–

Arms and legs flew everywhere as Amy wrestled underwater with Emma. There was a lot of screaming and bubbling and hair-pulling. Emma popped up only to be pulled back under. Then Amy popped up, trying to force her roommate back under.

It was exhausting work since they were in the deep end and forced to tread water whenever they reached the surface. Emma came up and sputtered, “Let me go!” just as Amy pulled her back under. There was more wrestling and bubbling.

Emma finally broke away, swimming frantically into shallow water. Amy was hot on her heels. She grabbed her from behind, angrily bellowing, “You boyfriend-stealing BITCH!” Then she pulled her under.

Emma squirmed and bubbled, pulling against the clothes of her roommate. She was getting all turned on wrestling in the water with her. Besides, the bitch was furious with her. There was no telling what she might do to her! It was probably a good idea to try getting out of the water…

—–

“You’re WHAT?! BREAKING UP WITH ME??!! But why, Mike?” The tears started streaming down her cheeks.

“You’re seeing someone else? Who is this bitch, Mike?? Tell me, damn you; I deserve to know! Do I know her? Tell me her name, damn you! …her name is Emma? That’s the name of my roommate, Mike! She what?? You mean you’ve been seeing MY EMMA??!! How long has THIS been going on?!”

“THREE WEEKS??!! You’ve been seeing her for three weeks now?? Why?? What the hell for?? …WHAT?? You’re taking her out because she sucks your damn COCK???!!! I’LL KILL HER!!”

She slammed her cellphone down, nearly breaking it in the process. Then she started hollering for Emma to show herself. She was going to kill that fucking bitch for stealing her boyfriend!

—–

Amy was starting to tire almost as much as her roommate. She burbled frantically, came up for air and was shoved right back under.

“Had enough?” Emma giggled, letting her come back up. “It’s not my fault he wants to go out with me. Besides, he’s fun! He buys me things! Get over it!”

“THERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Emma looked up to see Maria standing on the edge of the pool in the green blouse and shorts she’d been wearing when she saw her leave the house over an hour ago. She hadn’t expected her back this soon, hadn’t expected either roommate to return before she’d dressed for her date and left. Maria’s fists were clenched; she was trembling in barely contained fury.

“Maria, what’s wrong?” Amy wanted to know.

“THAT LITTLE SHIT STOLE MY BOYFRIEND!”

“She what?!”

“She’s been dating my Mike for three weeks now!”

“She’s dating Mike?? But… but she’s been seeing my Brad!” Instantly Emma felt an erotic shiver rippled through her. She hadn’t planned on her roommates finding out so soon… certainly not on the same day.

“I just got off the phone with Mike! He says you two have been seeing each other for three weeks now!”

“She’s seeing YOUR MIKE? She’s going out tonight with MY BRAD! And she plans on wearing MY DRESS… the one Brad likes so much!”

“She’s WHAT?!” Maria stared at the guilty party in shocked outrage.

“He asked me to go to that concert with him two weeks ago! What was I supposed to do?”

“You mean he canceled our date just so he could go to that concert with YOU??!!”

“Hey, I knew this place where we could go afterwards. Besides, he said you wouldn’t put out. It’s not my fault.” Emma shrugged her shoulders in an I-just-couldn’t-help-myself manner.

“Not your FAULT? It damn well IS your fault, you little slut! You mean he wants to go out with you because you’re willing to suck his damn cock?”

“Maybe if you two would just put out a little, you’d be able to keep your boyfriends!”

Maria’s face instantly clouded over with unbridled fury. A moment later shea jumped into the pool with her, grabbing her and pushing her under the surface. “I’ll KILL you – I’ll KILL you!”

Emma bubbled as she tried to wriggle out of Maria’s grasp. She’d just battled in the pool with one roommate; now she had to take on the other?? She didn’t have time for this or she was going to be late for her date with Brad.

She burbled up to the surface, only to get caught from behind and pushed back under by an enraged, newly invigorated Amy. Now they were both on top of her as Maria cried out, “Drown the bitch!”

Emma bubbled wildly as she slipped out of Amy’s grasp, only for Maria to jump her and force her back under. She could barely take them one at a time, but certainly not while they were ganging up on her. She felt an erotic shudder realizing they were really pissed off with her this time!

Arms and legs went flying as Emma struggled to get back up. She popped up for a breath only to be shoved right back down. This time her roommates began clawing at her clothes, ripping them off her body.

She twisted and struggled, trying to get back up. She would barely pop up for a breath before one or the other would force her right back down. Emma felt an erotic jolt of alarm at the thought they might actually be angry enough to drown her.

Every time she got away from one the other would force her back down. She was tiring rapidly, her pussy throbbing from the erotic struggle and the trouble she was in. They finally got her stretched out between them, each one holding onto an arm.

“Drown the slut!” Amy bellowed, and they forced her head down while holding onto her arms. Emma bubbled wildly, her heart pounding in her chest. Her promiscuous behavior was now threatening to get her into some very serious trouble.

They pulled her back up and she came up coughing and sputtering, water cascading down out of her dark brown hair into her eyes. Her breasts heaved, her nipples painfully erect as her lungs cried out for some time to recuperate. But her roommates were having none of that…

“I’m sorry, ok? I’ll call Brad and cancel – BLUB!” and back down she went.

“Damn right you’re going to cancel, bitch!” Amy declared. “Because we’re going to drown your ass in the fucking pool!”

Emma bubbled and thrashed about, unable to hold her breath. Air spewed out of her mouth as her heart hammered in her chest. She needed to be allowed to get up for a breath and stay at the surface for a while to compose herself!

They angrily jerked her upright, causing her to gasp and sputter… “Please…. I’m sorry… Let me out…”

“You want out, you little slut?”

“Yes… Please…”

“I say we drown the bitch,” Amy told her roommate. Maria nodded in agreement as they forced her right back down into the water.

Emma shuddered as an orgasm overwhelmed her. Her eyes rolled as air spewed freely out of her mouth. Then her roommates pulled her back up. She came up dazed and disoriented.

“Figures,” Amy snorted in disgust. “She just had another orgasm! She is such a SLUT!”

“Please… I’m gonna be… late for my date!”

“Bitch!” Maria declared. “I say we drown her and make it look like an accident!”

“I’m sorry – I’m sorry – blurblurlublrulbu!” This time she was forced under the water and held there, the two roommates grasping onto her arms.

Emma tried to struggle but she was too weak to fight. Besides, it was two-on-one and they had a good grasp of her arms forcing her down. She shivered as she heard them talking up at the surface…

“You really think we should drown her?”

“She’s just going to keep stealing our boyfriends and sucking their cock unless we put a stop to it!”

“Isn’t that murder?”

“Not if she drowns herself by accident! She came out here to do a little skinny-dipping and got tired… or maybe she got a leg cramp!”

“I know! We can put the weight belt on her and toss her into the deep end! We’ll say she got tired and drowned herself!”

“That’ll work!” Amy declared. Then she hollered down at their bubbling roommate, “SUCK WATER, BITCH! SUCK IT – SUCK IT!”

Emma shook her head, her eyes wide with fright. She could feel another orgasm coming on even as her lungs began to heave. She was out of air; she couldn’t hold her breath much longer.

She shook her head again as the roommates kept her head below the surface. Her lungs heaved as her stomach convulsed from lack of air. A moment later panic set in, her body reacting in terror while she kept trying to hold her breath.

She jerked against the grasp they had on her arms. Then she started thrashing about, screaming her breath away. A moment later a wave of intense pleasure swept over her as she orgasmed again from the fear she was experiencing. A moment later her lungs gave out.

Emma began to cough and convulse as she sucked pool water down her throat. Her eyes flew open in horror as she coughed the liquid back out, only to swallow down another lungful. Then she went into painful spasms, coughing and convulsing as her lungs heaved in her chest…

“She’s drowning! Should we bring her back up??”

“No, leave her down! Let the slut drown! It serves her right!”

“She’s really thrashing about!”

“Hold her down!”

Emma shuddered hard, her hands flexing as her feet cocked and curled. Then the fight abruptly bled right out of her as she went limp in their grasp. She stared toward the bottom of the pool with lifeless eyes.

“Let her go and see if she floats,” Amy declared. They released her arms and stepped back. Emma drifted upward to float face down in the pool, an occasional bubble slipping out past her parted lips.

“Go get the weight belt,” Amy instructed. Maria climbed out of the pool and retrieved the belt sitting on the ground underneath a patio table. She brought it back into the water with her.

“Now let’s put it around her waist,” Amy declared. They worked together snugging it tight and making sure it was secure.

“Now let’s get her out into the deep end, Maria.”

They swam her out together, the two of them working to keep her at the surface. Then they let her go right over the top of the drain below. The belt pulled Emma straight to the bottom, her naked body rolling over until she came to rest on her back staring up at the surface with lifeless eyes.

“Serves her right,” Amy said with a satisfied sigh. “Now here’s the deal, ok? We just got home and found her down there; ok, Maria? Now let’s go dry off!”

“Ok, Amy.” Then the two girls got out of the water and went inside, leaving the roommate they’d caught stealing their boyfriends lying naked at the bottom of the deep end of the pool…

Posted in Drowning Stories, Emma Stories | Tagged drowning, nudity | Leave a comment

Valentine’s day massacre redux 3.2 (5)

Posted on April 24, 2016 by riwa

A Revy/Black Lagoon fanfic.

A part of the building was on fire as Diane approached in her red Jeep Cherokee. She immediately pulled to a stop a safe distance away before drawing her glock. Then she got out and proceeded the rest of the way on foot, her black hair swaying from her pony tail as she carefully approached the structure.

Her senses were on high alert; there was death in the wind. She felt danger all around her. She slowly approached the building, her weapon at the ready and her senses on high alert.

She tried the side entrance next to the big garage door, discovering it was unlocked. She threw it open and then tumbled inside, quickly getting to her knees in a shooting position ready to fire. But when she looked all around she saw that it would not be necessary. There was no one left alive to shoot at…

Harley sat propped against the back wall, a red hole oozing blood from his temple with two more gaping wounds in the beige shirt in his chest. Next to him Marcus lay sprawled on the floor in a grey shirt and jeans. He looked like he’d taken three or four. Diane slowly rose to her feet, deciding there was nothing but death here; the danger had long passed.

She made a slow, careful inspection of the rest of the building as a feeling of dread enveloped her. She found Buddy sprawled against another wall with three in his chest. Oliver lay face down in a pool of blood. Then she found secretary Carla slumped in her seat at her desk in her skirt and jacket showing that lovely cleavage, two bloody wounds in her chest having targeted each of her impressive breasts. There was a look of shock frozen in her lifeless eyes.

She walked up to Carla and softly put her fingers on her eyelids, closing them tenderly. “Sorry about that, hun,” she murmured sadly. “You didn’t deserve this.” Then she went on with her search.

In the back of the building the office was burning. Smoke was pouring out through open windows. Diane realized she didn’t have much time to finish her search before the whole thing would be fully engulfed.

She found Corbin the cute one with two in his back. That was infuriating; she rather enjoyed fucking him. Then she found the balding Oliver lying dead near his office chair, the flames already reaching for his bullet-riddled body. So where the hell was Charlotte??

Diane felt a lump in her throat as she started to backtrack. The smoke was getting worse; she would have to get out soon. But first she had to find Char… oh damn!

There she was lying in a corner with her .45 lying just out of reach of her hand as though she’d dropped it at the very end. She had wounds in her crotch and torso, a couple more in her chest as though her breasts had been specifically targeted. She had been brutally gunned down.

With tears in her eyes Diane knelt down and checked the weapon, confirming it had been discharged. Charlotte had gone down firing to the bitter end. But there was too much blood; she was clearly gone.

Diane felt her anger start to boil. Then she picked up a couple of nearby spent cartridges and examined them closely. They were 9 mils… almost anybody could have fired them. But one name sprang prominently to mind, one she knew who used that kind of ammo and was pretty damned good with those Berettas she carried!

Diane was coughing as she finally emerged out of the building, forced out by all that billowing smoke. She looked all around until she found motorcycle tracks. Apparently the bitch had driven cross country to enjoy her massacre. Well now it would be HER turn!

Diane angry strode back to her Jeep, the fury swelling within her. She slammed the vehicle into gear and then aimed it in the direction of the newly made tracks. She was going to follow them until she met the owner.

…and then she was going to give that bitch a going-away present her beloved Charlotte would be so fucking proud of…

—

“Thank God it’s only a flesh wound,” Rock told her as he wrapped some gauze around Revy’s upper thigh.

“God’s got nothing to do with it, Rock. That bitch is dead; I paid her back for putting one in me!” Then she took a puff from the cigarette dangling from her lips, taking it out and blowing smoke as she sourly added, “I still can’t believe I let her hit me like that.”

“It was a bloody massacre, Revy! Did you really have to kill them all like that… and on Valentine’s Day no less? You made Capone’s massacre look like a Sunday School picnic!”

“They shouldn’t have been there in the first place, Rock,” Revy said, taking another puff. “I got paid to ransack the office and steal files. Vashtin said to kill anyone who stood in my way, so I did!”

“But there WERE no files, Revy! I think he just wanted you to kill them all! And did you really have to set the office on fire?”

“Look at my face, Rock! Do I really look like I give a shit?”

“Damnit, Revy; you’re really going to be hunted now!”

“Amateurs, Rock,” Revy snarled with a dismissive wave. “They can’t hold a fucking candle to – OW! Watch it – that fucking HURTS!” She angrily glared at him and then at the wound he was bandaging.

“Sorry… almost done!”

“You fucking bastard… that really hurts!”

“Take it easy, Revy! There; I’m finished!”

“Good!” Then she angrily threw him across the room where he fell onto the bed in a heap. “Now we’re gonna screw!”

“Damn, Revy; right now??” he blurted out in amazement. “You just killed all those people and now you want to SCREW??!! You sure can pick some crazy times to fuck!”

“I’m horny; so sue me! You’re a man, Rock; you should be fucking grateful I even WANT your cock right now!”

“But you just got done killing six people!”

“Seven, Rock; but who the hell is keeping count? I’m fuckin horny… and it’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, you never bought me any flowers!”

“But you HATE sentiment, Revy! Besides, we were too busy scoping out the place to take the time to buy any flowers!”

“Would you just get your ass over here and fuck me?” Revy was already climbing onto the bed, wincing from the pain of her wound while pulling down her denim shorts to reveal a wet, sticky pussy. All that killing – especially the way she’d put so many into that last deserving bitch – had made her horny as fuck…

—

Diane shut off the engine as soon as she saw the shack off in the distance. With glock in hand she got out and then stealthily made her way over in that general direction, continuing to follow the tracks. A conspicuous looking motorbike stood upright near the front door, confirming she was on the right track.

Diane made her way closer, using every bush, every tree, every clump of grass as cover. Her mind was on her dead friends back in that burning building, especially her dear friend Charlotte. The two had even gotten kinky under the sheets a few times. But now she was dead… and Diane was certainly going to make someone pay dearly for that. And she had a pretty good idea who that certain someone might be.

She carefully made her way to the front door, listening intently for any signs whoever might be inside was on to her presence. That’s when she saw drops of blood on the wooden steps. She knelt down and touched one with her fingers… fresh. Just as she’d suspected… at least Charlotte had made one shot count! The thought made her smile with grim satisfaction.

She heard voices inside that made her follow along the exterior of the shack. She found a back door that appeared to be operational. The voices were louder back here…

“Put it in, damn you! Rock, I told you I’m horny! You should be fucking grateful! Yeah; that’s the way!”

“Geez, Revy; why are you so horny all of the sudden?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Rock! Besides, I really put that bitch down for shooting me in the thigh!”

Diane felt her blood boil as she stewed outside the back door. She wanted to go right in and put the bitch out of her misery along with her so-called boyfriend. But she hesitated, unsure if what she was hearing was an act meant to lure her into some sort of trap…

“Ummm, yeah, Rock; like that… fuck, did you see the way the life flickered out of her eyes while she was trying to fire one last round? Fuck; what a rush!”

“Revy, you… *ungh* never cease to *ungh* surprise me!”

“Shut up and keep fucking! I’m so fucking close right now… yeah!”

Diane closed her eyes as she listened from outside the building. Now she was really angry! She wanted to burst in and interrupt their fucking before the climactic moment. But she was still unsure if it was all just an act. One simply couldn’t be too careful when dealing with that bitch-assassin Revy!

The moans got louder; she was sure she could hear slurping sounds from some cock entering some wet pussy. It sounded like Revy was moaning, urging Rock to fuck her harder. Diane’s anger started to spill over; she’d be damned if she was going to allow that fucking bitch one last orgasm… not after killing her beloved Charlotte.

Diane quietly turned the knob to the door, opening it a crack just enough to get a good look inside. They were still mostly in their clothes, but they were fucking all right! That’s when she threw the door open and rushed in with her weapon drawn.

They were sitting upright on the bed, Revy facing her and the door while her lover’s back was to her. Diane didn’t hesitate, lifting her weapon and pulling the trigger…

*BLAM*

Rock felt the change in the room – the change in pressure indicating a door had just opened – a split-second before his brains were permanently scrambled. A bloody hole appeared in his temple as he started to go over sideways. His cock pulled out of his lover’s pussy as a look of shock flickered in his eyes.

Revy’s cry of “ROCK, LOOK OUT!” was much too late to be heard above the report of the glock. She got her lover’s blood and brain matter splattered on her face and in her eyes. All she could do was stare in shock, panting heavily for breath with her body still trembling from the effects of Rock’s member having just been inside her. She was sweating profusely now from her sexual exertions while her thigh was thrumming from the pain, the gauze around it showing a circular red splotch.

Diane pointed the gun right at her, a cruel sneer on her lips. “Get off on killing my friends, did you? Then let’s see you get off on this, bitch!”

The weapon lowered a moment before the glock spat led. Revy screamed in pain as her pussy was torn apart. Instinctively her hands came down in vain to stem the flow of blood and to somehow ease the agony of where she’d just been shot…

“AAUUGGHH! You fucking BITCH!!!”

“Let’s see you masturbate to THAT, you fucking whore! Now these are for my two favorite ‘Charlotte assets’!”

The glock spoke twice more, giving Revy additional pain in her chest as Diane put one in each breast. The wounded assassin went over backward onto the bed writhing in extreme misery. She no idea how much a bullet wound in the right location could hurt like hell! Besides, she was used to inflicting pain; not receiving any!

She writhed on the bed in sheer agony, whimpering pitifully while trying to clutch at her wounds. Diane pulled up her glock and took aim one last time. “Say hello to Charlotte for me when you get there ok? Because this time she’s gonna kick your fucking ass!” Then the weapon spit death as Revy’s head jerked back from lead poisoning blasting straight through her forehead.

Diane panted quietly, slowly lowering her smoking weapon. Revy’s body was jerking around a little, spasming in its death throws. The assassin’s lover was long gone; the bullet through the back of the head giving him a more merciful ending than the one she’d just given the merciless assassin.

Diane studied the corpse in front of her, studied the shredded pussy with its mixture of blood and the fluids of Revy’s coupling with her dead lover. It made her sad to think her friend Charlotte would never again enjoy the pleasures of a good fuck, especially that cute guy Corbin. Then it made her angry again.

“Did you like that, bitch?” Diane asked bitterly. “Did you like how my round fucked your pussy? Did it get you off the way my friend’s death got you off? Did that feel good?”

She angrily shoved the barrel of her glock into the dead woman’s pussy, wriggling it around a little and then thrusting it in and out. “Does death get you off, bitch? Hunh… does it? Then let me help you get off to THIS!”

The glock went off inside Revy’s pussy, the body of the dead assassin jerking in response. Diane pulled the wet barrel of her weapon out, angrily aiming it at her adversary to pump a few more into the deserving corpse. Then she balked, pulling the gun upward.

“Bitch,” she muttered disgustedly. “You’re not worth the waste of any more bullets!” Then she turned around and walked out of the shack without so much as looking back at the damage she’d inflicted upon its occupants

Outside the building Diane headed back to her Jeep, her anger slowly bleeding away. She got to her vehicle and crawled behind the wheel. Then she thought of poor Charlotte lying in that burning building, her body probably being charred by now from the fire.

There had been too much smoke; she hadn’t even been able to get her out for a decent burial! That’s when the tears welled up in her eyes. Diane slumped over the steering wheel as she quietly began to sob her grief…

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Snuff Club in Space 4 (15)

Posted on April 18, 2016 by riwa

(Author’s note: This was in response to a scifi writing contest at DFN. It was too long to be eligible but I had fun writing it.)

The alarm wakes me up and I sit up in bed naked under a heavy blanket, trying to shake off the effects of several hours of fucking in one of the sex rooms. But there’s no time to dawdle; I can’t try to snatch a few more minutes of sleep. I have to get cleaned up and report to work.

I take a quick sonic shower, get into my skimpy attendant’s outfit with the sheer red fabric over my crotch and then head out the door. I’m on my way to Bill’s quarters for his morning blowjob. After all, I have to satisfy the man who owns me for another week or so until my debt is paid in full and I become my own woman.

I’m on my way down the hall to his quarters when I see Tayla coming toward me. She smiles as she puts up a hand to stop me. “You’re too late, hun; I already took care of it.”

“Took care of what?”

“Bill’s blowjob.” Then she wipes a finger over her lips, wiping up a little cream I see clinging there before slurping it into her mouth.

“Bitch!” I blurt out angrily. “Stay away from him; he’s mine!”

That’s not true; actually I belong to him, not the other way around. He’s free to fuck or to get a bj from any woman he desires considering how high up he is in the club’s business hierarchy. But I can’t help being protective, especially since Tayla is so dangerously ambitious.

“Actually he’s fair game around here, hun,” she replies with a smirk. “Better get up earlier next time. Remember the old earth saying… ‘the early bird gets the worm’.” Then she happily heads off down the hall. I really want to wipe that smile off her face but I’ve got to get to work…

–

I show up in the main lounge, head over to my station and pick up a tray of drinks Max has waiting for me. There are two glass tubes on opposite ends of the circular bar to entertain the patrons. One is empty; the other is not.

I know the attendant who is in there right now. Poor Irene is naked as she drifts up and down in a tube completely filled with water. Her hand clutches around her throat as though she’s choking to death. Her eyes are wide in agony; it must be painful as hell.

She coughs up a big burst of bubbles as she starts beating on the inside of her cylinder with her fists. Then she goes into painful convulsions, her body spasming and jerking as her tits bounce up and down. Her hips reflexively thrust outward as though she’s lewdly fucking the water.

I notice a group of customers watching her performance, sitting at the bar and also in nearby circular booths. Some of them pump coins into slots in their tables. When they do Irene jerks and bubbles as though her cunt has been cruelly jolted. That’s when I see a distinctly colored fluid spew out of her pussy. Either she has orgasmed again or she’s just wet herself.

I look at Max for confirmation. He holds up two fingers, indicating she’s been in there for a couple of hours at least. The water is oxygenated so she can drown over and over again. But if they don’t pull her out before another six hours have passed her lungs will be permanently damaged and she’ll drown for real. I shudder at the unnerving sight.

I turn my back on her as I pick up my tray… “Thanks, Max.” Then I start moving around my section serving alcoholic beverages to whomever is thirsty. My territory extends from my side of the rounded bar into the casino where gambling machines chime and chirp. The Club’s motto: keep the patrons drunk and happy and they’ll keep pumping credits into the machines.

It isn’t long before my tray is empty. When I return to the bar I have a couple of specific drink orders to fill. Max nods as he goes and fills my order.

I try not to look at poor Irene and her flowing blonde hair. But her drowning sounds are such that I can’t help watching. Her nipples are hard, her pussy red and swollen. Every time she gets enough oxygen back into her lungs she “drowns all over again”, coughing up more bubbles.

It’s painful as hell; I ought to know. I’ve spent many an hour in there, suffering for the Club’s benefit just so Bill can make some extra money off my agony. Thank gawd he’s just about made back the entirety of what he spent to bring me into his employ.

My shift goes on; refill drinks, smile at the occasional pass a customer makes… try not to look at Irene. I’m glad the other tube is empty; it’s hard enough watching Irene in agony without seeing two at a time. But I suspect it won’t be empty for long. Around here it’s a woman’s suffering that brings in the dough.

I get a short break so I move away from my station to wander around a little. There are two more circular bars with a large common area for all of us. Two tubes each are attached to both circular stations just like the two attached to the bar I service.

In them I see naked women dancing and gyrating. They’re trying to tempt the customers into buying them for a stint in one of the sex rooms. That’s how they make most of their money; that is, after the Club skims its cut off the top.

When I check back in, Max has a tray of drinks prepared for one of the snuff rooms. I find out where I’m supposed to go and then depart with the tray without question. Around here it’s best not to ask… and best not to get queasy about taking a tray into one of those rooms. An attendant with a weak stomach doesn’t last too long around here; they get snuffed rather quickly if they can’t take it.

When I arrive I see they have some naked girl I don’t recognize lying flat on her back locked into a guillotine. She’s forced to look up at the blade above her; she appears to be terrified. She must have been brought in from off-station as I know most of the attendants working here. Some guy is between her legs fucking the shit out of her while three others egg him on.

She screams as the blade suddenly falls. The guy roars out a “Fuck; she’s really milking me!” as she jerks and shudders. But her head remains attached the whole time.

The virtual blade momentarily blocks her nerve receptors at the point of impact. But she’s really jerking around as that guy fucks her savagely. She’s probably cumming up a storm. But the poor thing is not allowed to feel it, just like any other woman who would have lost her head for real.

I’ve been in this room too, been underneath that blade many times before. But I smile politely, offering the men their refreshments. They eagerly remove their drinks from my tray; I can tell they’re thirsty. One of them looks at me admiringly.

The girl seems to snap out of her shock, whimpering pitifully as she pants like crazy. Then she looks up and sees the blade hanging above her head once more. She lets out a mournful wail as another man takes his place between her legs.

They will play this game over and over with her until they tire of her. Sometimes they let her go… but sometimes they choose to sever her head for real. The bastards often like to take home souvenirs of their experience here.

I head back to the bar with my empty tray, forced to take a path that takes me along the circular exterior walls of the Club. They’re made of glass so you can see outside… can see the other stations out in space with long tunnels connecting to ours. Then I see a naked body slowly drifting by. It makes me recoil in horror, reminding me where I am and how much I hate this place…

It’s attendant Jenna slowly passing by, her body a gruesome shade of grey as though every inch of her has been beaten with some sort of pipe or blunt object. She has a look of horror frozen on her face. It’s obvious she was alive when they ejected her out into the cold vacuum of space as I notice bits of frost in her crotch, on her skin and around her eyes. It must have been horrible.

I shiver as I hurry back to my section. Of all the deaths I’ve witnessed here I think I hate that one the most. It reminds me how cold it is out here in space. Even now I feel chilled despite management’s attempts to keep the place warm and comfortable for the customers. It must be psychological; I always feel a bit of a chill around here.

It’s back to the bar where Max refills my tray with a variety of drinks. When I glance over at Irene she chooses that particular moment to cry out in my direction, spasming and grunting. Then she starts coughing up bubbles as though she has started to drown all over again, her hips thrusting obscenely. But the drowning never really stops – never really pauses – until you are finally released either by death or by the action of the transporter.

I move around my section dispensing more drinks, noticing how some customers are really becoming inebriated. We have places for them to sleep it off so long as they still have credits to spend in here. It’s amazing how addicted some of them have become.

Another break and I swing by to check one of the other bars. A brown-skinned attendant named Zelda is dancing up a storm; that is, until she suddenly starts to shimmer and then vanishes from inside the tube. I check the time; her shift isn’t over yet. Obviously someone has transported her directly to a sex room for some fun. That means more credits for the Club; management will be happy.

I’m heading back to my section of the circular bar when Sherise walks by carrying the head of that girl I saw locked in that guillotine. So she didn’t make it after all and I’m not surprised. The look on her face says it all; it must have been horrible watching the blade come down for real to take her life like that.

I’m just walking away from the bar with a new load of drinks from Max when one of the men in that guillotine room comes up to me. He motions for me to follow him and I walk up to check the pager hanging on his belt. He has enough to afford me, although I’m not that expensive. Max is already calling another girl to take my tray as I set it down and then follow after my john.

It’s into a sex room for some Zero-G fucking. It’s a hell of an experience but I’ve learned to handle it, even though it can be a little unsettling. We bump against the walls now and then as he hammers my pussy had. But I make sure to give him a really good time. I don’t ask him about the girl they beheaded and he offers no information. It’s better that way as I really don’t want to know about it.

When we’re done I get dressed and then head back to my section. I’m walking up to the bar to pick up another tray of drinks when Sherise comes up to me. She tells me Bill wants to see me right away.

“Where is he, hun?”

“He said he’ll meet you in the transporter room.” That’s when I feel an icy claw grip my stomach.

“Are you sure?”

“That’s what he said, Karen.” There’s a look of sympathy in her eyes.

“Ok, hun. Watch my section?”

“You got it.” And with that I abandon Max and my tray of drinks.

At that moment I notice that bitch Tayla standing nearby. She runs the edge of her hand across her neck in a slashing motion as though she thinks I’m dead. She has a smug look on her face; it makes me wonder if she knows something I don’t.

I take one last look at Irene, poor girl. Her eyes are wide in horror. She convulses painfully, coughing up bubbles as those credits are continually pumped into the table slots to make her cunt jerk and thrust. I’ve seen this so many times before, but it still gives me the shivers… only this time it feels like a bad omen.

I can’t stop the ball of fear in the pit of my gut from growing as I head off to catch up with Bill. Why does he want to see me in the transporter room? There can only be one reason.

When the door opens I step inside, only to see him hooking up a noose inside an open tube. The whooshing door makes him turn in my direction. He looks grimly at me before instructing… “Out of your clothes and right in here, Karen.”

The knot tightens in my stomach as I start to get the shakes. “Do I have to?” I stammer nervously. I’ve been in here many times before; each one was a horrific combination of ecstasy mixed with agonizing breathlessness.

“This will be the last time, honey; I promise.”

“Bill, you said that last time!”

“This time I mean it, honey. Ride the noose tonight and I promise you’ll never have to ride it again. You’ll be free; your debt paid in full.”

“Do you mean that?” I ask dubiously.

“You’ll be your own person, Karen… an attendant with full privileges. You’ll have much more say over who you fuck as well as the shifts and locations you work. You won’t have to work the snuff-bar ever again if you don’t want to.”

“You said that last time too, Bill,” I snort derisively, “…and then you took it right back!”

“A small detail prevented me from setting you free last week. But tonight’s the night; you have my word. You just have to ride the noose one more time.” Then he gave me a warning look as he added, “Be grateful it’s not the drowning tube.”

I swallow hard as I remove my attendant’s outfit, folding everything up and leaving it in a neat pile on a nearby chair. Then I step up to the tube, the front section of glass swung open to accommodate me. He’s already got a small coil of rope in his hands to bind my wrists behind my back.

“Why this time?” I pant anxiously. Somehow I sense he’s not telling me the whole truth.

“Mr. Big from the mining colony is in our club tonight, Karen. He specifically asked to see you dance. You know how important his business is to us.”

I nod in resignation, knowing how important the man is and the workers he sends up here with their pockets full of credits. I’m not sure how much say Bill had in this decision to begin with. Then he cinches my arms tight behind my back as my pussy starts to drip from my fearful arousal.

“You know I love you, don’t you?” I breathe in a whisper.

Maybe I do and maybe I don’t; sometimes I’m not so sure. But I’m definitely certain of my feelings if I sense my life might be in danger. But does he love me back?

“Relax, Karen,” he says with a chuckle. “You’ve done this before and you love the orgasms. Besides, it’s only for an hour or two until Mr. Big is satisfied with your performance and moves on to someone else.”

He turns me around, once more admiring my full, heaving breasts and erect nipples. A sheen of perspiration has broken out all over my skin even though I still feel chilled from being out here in space. Now I’m starting to get the shakes like I always do whenever he makes me ride the damned thing.

I’ve always hated the noose despite the orgasms it gives me. But up ‘til now I’ve come out the other side of the experience none the worse for wear. I usually have erotic nightmares for a couple of sleep cycles until I settle down from the experience. I don’t know why, but I can’t help feeling this time is going to be different.

He pushes me backward into the tube where he carefully loops the coil around my neck, cinching the knot just behind my left ear. “Ride it like you mean it, Karen,” he tells me quietly, taking up the slack until I’m up on my toes. “Give him a good show and I promise it’ll be your last.” I inhale sharply, whimpering pitifully.

Bill’s already developed a bulge; the bastard loves seeing me ride the noose just as much as the next guy. Then he reaches into a pocket and pulls out the pussy module. It’s designed to jolt my cunt as the watching patrons pump credits into the mechanism for the tube I’ll be “dancing” inside.

“Really, Bill?” I whimper with fright. “Really?” He just smiles at me as he pushes it all the way in with his fingers, seating the damned thing deep in my cunt. Isn’t it enough to hang me without allowing the bastards to force those painfully erotic orgasms out of me??

The cums the pussy module triggers are horrific in their intensity, yet exquisitely sublime in the way they make the female body jerk around while dangling from a noose. I’ve ridden it numerous times myself, and I’ve seen girls do the “rope-ballet” many times before. I know exactly what I’m in for… know exactly what I’m going to look like to those horny bastards and their women when they start pumping their coins into my infernal contraption.

He kisses me on the lips, a long lingering kiss as I struggle to stay on my toes. I’m already wriggling and squirming with the module inside me. Then he slowly closes the glass door.

“Might as well enjoy yourself, Karen, since this will be your last time.” Then he walks over to the console. A few seconds later the light shimmers all around me as my molecules are disintegrated.

It’s a dizzying ride, always a little disorienting. Worse, when I rematerialize inside the bigger tube at the bar for noose-dancing I’m already hanging. Irene’s still drowning in the other one; now I’m inhabiting this one!

Several patrons have gathered at the bar and the little rounded tables near the tube I appear in. Obviously they’ve been expecting me to make an appearance. Almost immediately they start to clap as I dance for them.

My lungs are already heaving from lack of air as I kick and jerk and fight the coil. It’s designed to be painfully tight, just not tight enough to take my life. The filters pump extra oxygenated air into my tube, the ingenious cruelty of the contraption designed to keep a dancer alive for several hours. Permanent damage can and usually does occur if left inside too long. That’s why I can’t help wondering if this time my fate has been sealed.

It hurts so bad; gawd, I can barely get any air down into my lungs! I’ve ridden the damned thing so many times that my body has been conditioned to the process. I thrust my hips out, lewdly air-fucking in the direction of the viewing customers as I jerk and kick, struggling desperately to pull more air down my constricted windpipe.

I scan the patrons until I see Mr. Big right there sitting in a booth with the best view. He pumps some credits into a slot in the counter, causing my pussy module to come alive. That’s when I jerk and thrust like crazy as though someone is fucking me. I gasp and gurgle from the agony, cumming violently.

Perspiration flies off my body as I strangle in the noose; even then I’m still chilled to the bone. The Club is in a station in orbit outside of Mars, always on the dark side to simulate nighttime. More gambling happens that way if the customers don’t think it is daytime. More gambling and more sex means more money for the Club. It’s just the damned illumination shining out the windows allowing me to see things I don’t want to see… like Jenna’s grey naked body drifting in orbit on the other side of the glass.

My body is just starting to slow down when my pussy module becomes active again, causing me to kick and thrash about once more. Someone else has just pumped some credits into the slot to my tube. As a result I jerk around like one of the lewd, naked dancers in the tubes at the other bars.

It swells within me again until I try to scream out. My hips thrust outwardly as I show off my wet, pink pussy to the eyes of one and all. Then I’m cumming again, that horrific mixture of pain and pleasure.

My kicking settles down but I’m granted little respite. My lungs scream for air; I’m getting just enough to survive. I hang limp, my nipples painfully erect as my fluids trickle out of my pussy all the way down my legs to puddle onto the floor.

…and then some other bastard puts more credits into a slot, and I’m jerking and dancing and kicking and cumming all over again…

It’s impossible to keep track of time in here; minutes feel like hours. You think your heart’s going to explode out of your chest; half the time you want it to explode just so your suffering will come to an end. Then some heartless bastard wants to watch me kick up a storm and cum all over myself once more. That’s when the coins drop into some slot somewhere on some tabletop, and I’m dancing and orgasming all over again.

I try to look around for Bill but I don’t see him anywhere. All I see is Mr. Big and some of his men from the mining colony. Every now and then he drops more credits into the slot just to watch me dance like a marionette.

The orgasms aren’t bad, but they can’t hold a candle to the agony of hanging breathlessly. Each time Bill put me into this damned thing I was sure it was going to be the end of me. But each time I was beamed back to the transporter room where I recovered as though it hadn’t happened at all. I find myself hoping that will truly be the case tonight. I so much want to pay off my debt to him and become a free woman… free to make my own choices… free to take my own risks inside the Club.

I’ve been hanging quiet for several minutes when I see Tayla slide into the booth right next to Mr. Big. When she bends over I imagine she’s blowing him right there in the booth while I’m hanging for his perverse enjoyment. She pops back up to grin at me before bending back down to take him back into her mouth. I would gladly suck and fuck him myself if only he would decide enough is enough and would let Bill send me back.

As I hang there fully strangled I catch sight of a new girl in an attendant’s outfit serving drinks. I’ve never seen her before and she’s serving in my area. Seeing her working my section unnerves me.

Across the lounge at another circular bar I see a naked woman gyrating in her tube. My vision is blurring; I cannot see over there well enough to see who it is. I only wish we could switch places… but apparently that is not to be.

Tayla comes up off Mr. Big’s cock and I see fresh cum hanging from her lips. She wipes it off with a smile and then whispers something into his ear. He nods, at which time she gets up and leaves, motioning for many of the patrons observing my suffering to get up and follow her.

Where the hell is she going… and why is she taking them with her? No matter; is it all over now? Is my agony about to come to an end? Then that familiar shimmering effect starts to happen all around me. I sigh inwardly, relieved my suffering is finally coming to a halt.

When I rematerialize I hit the floor with a thump, having dropped a short distance. The noose is gone from around my neck and my hands are no longer tied behind my back. That is one effect of the transportation process; rope can be separated from flesh and diverted elsewhere.

But where the hell am I? I’m not back in the transport room! Then my vision starts to clear as I get to my feet and…

OHMYGAWD!!! I’VE BEEN TRANSPORTED TO ONE OF THE AIRLOCKS!!!

My breath catches in my throat as I rush to the glass door. Tayla is right there along with most of the patrons I recognize were watching my dance! She has this evil smile on her face.

“You bitch! What are you doing to me??”

“Mr. Big bought you for me in exchange for giving Bill three new girls,” she tells me, her words coming through the speaker up in the ceiling. “You’re mine now so I’m going to set you free, honey.” My eyes fly open in horror as I start hyperventilating.

“NO – YOU CAN’T! HE SAID I’D BE FREE TO BE MY OWN PERSON!”

“But you will be, Karen… out in space.”

“NO, TAYLA! GAWD; NO!” That’s when it hits me…

The bitch set this up… she set the whole thing up! And she knows my weakness…

“NO!” I beg, pounding on the glass to the other side of the airlock. “NOT LIKE THIS, TAYLA! GAWD; NOT LIKE THIS!” I’m freezing despite the warmth of the airlock, my naked body shivering with fright and from the psychological chill of being so close to the cold vacuum of space.

“I get Bill, bitch… and I get the last laugh.” Then her hand hovers over the controls.

I start screaming incoherently, my fists beating on the glass as though I can somehow break through to get to the safety of the interior of the club. My mind is frozen in absolute horror; I can’t think anymore. The only image in my mind is that of poor Jenna, ejected out into space hours ago while she was still alive.

Everyone looks at me with excitement in their features. After all, they want to see what happens when a living, breathing individual is ejected out into space. I just never expected to die this way!

I shriek in absolute terror, screaming over and over… “BILL, I LOVE YOU! DON’T LET HER DO THIS TO ME??!! BILLLLLLLLL!!”

…and then my voice is cut off forever as a hiss behind me indicates the glass behind my back is parting to let me out…

My expression of horror freezes upon my face as I’m hit with an unbelievable blast of cold. I inhale instinctively, only for my lungs to freeze. I try to make myself scream as my body compresses the air right out of my chest, blood vessels and major organs freezing instantly as my skin turns grey. Then I’m floating in orbit around the exterior of the Club with Jenna, floating so the patrons can look out and enjoy seeing my naked body through the glass…

Posted in Asphyxia Stories, Club stories | Tagged hanging, nudity, pictures | Leave a comment

Heel in the drain 4 (9)

Posted on April 12, 2016 by riwa

(edited and reposted)

Vanessa Hudgens, her friends Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez, and her sister Stella all went to the awards ceremony together. They made a big splash as the four of them were seen thoroughly enjoying themselves. Afterwards they all went to a party before making their way back to Vanessa’s residence where her sister was staying with her.

It was getting late as the four girls sat around the patio of Vanessa’s backyard in the warm night air. They sipped on drinks as they chatted and gossiped with each other. There was much gaiety and laughter as they enjoyed each other’s company, no one feeling like calling it a night just yet.

The subject of conversation soon turned toward the Spring Breakers movie Vanessa and Selena had worked on together. They jokingly told Stella she would not be able to see it until she turned 18. She responded teasingly that she wasn’t sure it was that good of a movie to begin with considering she knew who two of the actresses were.

Harmless shots and zingers began to fly back and forth. Vanessa and Selena soon started teasing each other over who was the better actress and how many guys each one thought she could attract over her rival. The four girls were soon on their feet, doing some good-natured pushing and shoving and laughing at each other.

They got a little close to the backyard pool as bodies were pushed dangerously close to the water’s edge. There were cries of “DON’T YOU DARE!” and “NOT WITH THE DRESS I’M WEARING!” But for the moment there were no accidents and the surface remained undisturbed, the water calm as the underwater lights gave the pool a bluish illumination.

It would probably have been better had the topic of conversation changed to something else. But Vanessa couldn’t help getting in one more dig at her friend and movie costar. Selena responded instinctively, giving her friend a push backward. This time Vanessa was too close to the edge of the pool, and she went over backwards into the deep end with a shocked cry.

She came up sputtering, treading water as she angrily glared at her friend. Selena was mortified and began apologizing profusely. But when she leaned forward to offer a helping hand Vanessa grabbed it and jerked her into the pool. Selena let out a cry before another splash indicated there was now a second occupant in the water.

The two costars instantly began grappling with each other as accusations of “YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!” flew in both directions. Their friend Demi stood on the edge of the pool laughing at them both, telling them their tight dresses were no match for a proper bikini if they really thought they wanted to go for a swim this time of night. That’s when Stella gave Demi a push in the back. She toppled over head first into the water to join her friends.

She came up sputtering, gasping that she dearly wanted revenge. Stella wisely backed away from the edge of the pool, determined to be the only one to stay dry. That’s when her sister told her soaked friends, “LET’S GET HER, GIRLS!”

Stella let out a squeal as the three swam for the side of the pool and climbed out after her. She tried to run but there was no place in which to escape the vengeful trio. They grabbed her and dragged her kicking and screaming over to the edge of the deep end. Then they grabbed arms and legs and swung her back and forth between them like a hammock, tossing her into the water.

Stella came up sputtering, mad enough to spit nails. Then Selena pushed Vanessa back into the pool. Demi pushed Selena into the water and then jumped in herself.

The four girls started wrestling with each other, splashing and laughing. The underwater lights illuminated their form-fitting dresses as they pushed each other down below the surface. Stella’s anger soon bled away as she gleefully joined in, pushing down on her sister and then being pushed under by one of the others.

The dunking soon became more aggressive as girls were pushed deeper and deeper. Bubbles spewed up everywhere as arms and legs flew every which way. Then Demi and Selena decided that since it was Vanessa’s pool she should be the one to suffer the most. They ganged up on her while Stella took the opportunity to swim over toward the side of the pool and climb out, panting heavily in an effort to get her breath back.

Vanessa cried out a flurry of bubbles as her two friends playfully pushed her under before she burst back up. But it wasn’t long until they all began to tire. There was one final proclamation of “Let’s push her down really good and see how long she can hold her breath!” Then Demi and Selena jumped her, pushing down hard on Vanessa’s shoulders and sending her wriggling, squirming body all the way down toward the bottom of the pool.

There was a froth of bubbles as they worked together on shoving her down. Then they let her go and shot back up to the surface. They burst up gasping, sputtering and laughing before tiredly swimming over to the edge of the pool, panting heavily for breath. Oddly Vanessa did not immediately surface with them. But they were too distracted with exhaustion to notice.

Down on the bottom Vanessa tried to push herself up off the pool floor. But something was wrong with her foot, specifically one of her heels! She tried to jerk her foot free but it seemed to be stuck in something, causing her to grunt in alarm.

She looked down in surprise to see one of her spiked heels had penetrated through the grating of the drain and had become wedged in place. She grunted anxiously as she tried to jerk it free. But it refused to come loose. Her dismay at the idea she might break off a heel to a valuable set of footwear quickly gave way to the realization she was almost out of air.

She grunted again, losing a mouthful of bubbles as she tried to reach down and unstrap her heel from her foot. Then an ominous convulsion hit her hard, almost bending her over at the waist. She grunted again as panic quickly set in, causing her to frantically wave and flail upward with her arms. She needed air; gawd, she had to get to the surface right now!

Up at the surface Demi and Selena panted heavily for breath, gasping and laughing at each other over how they’d succeeded in pushing Vanessa down. But when they looked around they discovered their friend had not yet surfaced with them. Her sister Stella made the same observation at virtually the exact same moment as she looked at the water in confusion… “Where’s Vanessa?”

Demi and Selena looked all around in surprise, Demi muttering, “Didn’t she come up with us?” That’s when a sudden burst of bubbles erupted up at the surface.

All three looked down into the pool toward the source of the bubbles. That’s when they saw Vanessa waving frantically for the surface. A moment later she spewed another huge burst of air.

For a split-second they all thought she was playing a practical joke on them. Then there was another burst of bubbles. It looked like her body was jerking around down there, but they couldn’t be sure due to the water rippling across the surface.

Selena was caught by surprise… “What the hell is she doing down there?!” Demi couldn’t believe she hadn’t come up yet… “Is she still down there?! Damn, Stella; how long can Vanessa hold her breath??” Stella just stood there in shock, trying to figure out what her sister was doing.

If finally occurred to her something might be very wrong. She cried out her sister’s name in growing alarm as a surge of panic swelled within her. Without a moment’s hesitation she dove head first into the water, pulling hard with her arms toward the bottom as Demi and Selena called out, “Stella; what’s wrong??”

She swam straight down, taking in the situation in an instant. She grabbed her sister’s arms and then desperately trying to drag her back up. But Vanessa wouldn’t budge; something was holding her down as she violently thrashed about!

Stella tried to grab on and pull her up… “Sis; what’s wrong??” She was frantic to pull her up, but she seemed to be stuck somehow. At first she couldn’t see the problem; what the hell was holding her sister down??

As she desperately tried to ascertain the problem she felt the presence of Demi and Selena on either side of her, the two of them grunting in alarm. Quickly they grabbed onto Vanessa’s arms, jerking hard in a frantic attempt to pull her up. She was clearly running out of breath.

Vanessa suddenly coughed up bubbles, her stomach heaving as she gurgled water down her throat. Her body immediately went into violent spasms and convulsions as she started coughing up water and bubbles. Stella screamed in helpless frustration as her sister started to drown right in front of her. Demi and Selena frantically tried to pull her up, grunting in anguish while wondering what the hell was keeping her down.

Stella looked down until she caught sight of her sister’s pointed heel wedged into the grate of the pool drain. She clawed her way down her sister’s spasming body, jerking on her the whole time in a frantic effort to pull her free. She grabbed her sister’s leg, tugging on it like crazy as she grunted and bubbled. But it just wasn’t happening; the spiked heel wasn’t coming free.

Stella heard her sister gurgling, saw her body spasming and convulsing. It made her sick inside as panic threatened to overwhelm her. Then she got a clear view of the spike of the heel disappearing down into the drain. It looked to be wedged in tight.

It finally registered in her mind what needed to be done: either free the heel or free the foot! But now she was running out of breath herself. Grunting anxiously as bubbles streamed out of her nose, she reached down and began fighting with the straps to her sister’s shoe, desperate to pull it free.

Demi and Selena grunted as they both pulled hard, staring in horror at the look of shock on Vanessa’s face. Her eyes became glassy and lifeless as she went limp in their grasp. But for some reason she was not coming up no matter how hard they tried. Both grunted anxiously, renewing their efforts until their friend spasmed gently, a few stray bubbles slipping out past her parted lips.

Both let out a cry of horror when they realized she had drowned. Then they looked down to see Stella frantically working on something down near the drain. They both began screaming at her to hurry up as they set about to jerking once again on Vanessa’s lifeless body.

Stella discovered the straps were exceptionally tight. It was a combination of the footwear being underwater while the other two kept trying to pull her up. There efforts were applying tension on the heel, making it difficult to pop the strap.

She didn’t understand why it was so hard loosening the strap and freeing Vanessa’s foot from the heel. All she knew was her sis would drown if she couldn’t get her free in time! And now her own lungs were on fire. It scared her what might happen to her sister if she was forced to surface for a breath.

All of the sudden the straps became easier to work with. Demi and Selena had been forced to abandon them both to get another breath. Stella wanted to join them; she needed air in the worst way. But she wasn’t about to leave her sister, at least not until that damned foot came free.

With one hard, determined yank she actually tore one of the straps completely off the shoe. It was enough to loosen her sister’s foot from the wedged heel. Stella jerked hard on the leg, pulling the foot entirely free of the spiked heel jammed down into the drain.

She turned and kicked hard for the surface, spewing her breath away as she instinctively wrapped an arm around her sister. She suddenly coughed and gurgled, swallowing water as she reached the end of her breath-hold limits. That’s when the other two suddenly appeared.

Demi wrapped an arm around her as she started coughing and gurgling while Selena grabbed Vanessa. Then the two of them frantically hauled the sisters back up. They all burst up at the surface, Demi dragging a violently coughing Stella over to the edge of the pool while Selena struggled to get Vanessa out of the water.

Stella went into a coughing fit, gasping and sobbing. Selena manage to roll Vanessa up out of the water onto the edge of the pool. She quickly got out, knelt over her dear friend and started doing CPR as Demi helped Stella out of the water.

Selena checked for a breath, found it was nonexistent and began doing chest compressions. Demi came over, almost in tears. Stella was still coughing and sobbing as she crawled over.

Selena gave five quick chest compressions as Vanessa stared lifelessly up at the night sky. She paused long enough to wait for a response. When there was none she quickly bent over, sealed their lips together and blew two deep breaths into the lungs of her friend.

Vanessa’s chest suddenly heaved as though she was trying to vomit. Her eyes blinked as a flash of life flickered in her pupils. Then she coughed up pool water.

CPR was no longer needed as Vanessa went into a severe coughing fit. At least she was trying to breathe on her own. Selena told Demi to call 911, causing her friend to rush over to her iphone and quickly punch in the number.

Stella came over to hover over her sister, tears streaming down her cheeks as she kept crying out, “Vanessa? Sis?? Nessa?”

Vanessa’s coughing lessened as she tried to rise up. Stella and Selena helped her to sit upright, both feeling anxious as she coughed… took in a couple ragged breaths… coughed again… and then started breathing better.

“What happened?” she finally gasped. “Which one of you… pushed me… all the way to the bottom?” She had a weak smile on her face.

“Take it easy, ok? Selena told her. “We called an ambulance!!”

“I don’t think I… need an ambulance.”

“You swallowed water, sis; you damn well do!” Stella was sobbing with relief as she hugged her tight.

“I just called them; they’ll be here in a few minutes!” Then Demi came back over to the waterlogged group, a mixture of worry and relief in her features as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Geez!” Vanessa finally gasped, looking all around at them as if in a daze. “What did you guys do to me?! It feels like an elephant sat on me!”

“We were just mad because you’re a better actress than I am!” Selena told her with a half-hearted laugh, trying to keep from bawling tears of joy. The other girls chuckled with nervous relief.

“Where’s my shoe?” Vanessa asked in confusion, looking down and noticing her bare foot. “What happened to my heel? Those shoes are expensive!”

“It’s stuck in the pool drain, silly,” Stella said through her tears. “Don’t you know better than to go swimming in your heels?” Then she hugged her sister tightly again while sobbing openly, relieved her sister was going to be ok. A moment later all four of them heard the sound of an approaching siren entering the neighborhood…

Posted in Jqpublic Stories | Tagged drowning, pictures | Leave a comment

Selena’s decision 4.5 (4)

Posted on April 6, 2016 by riwa

She hated Becky; she really hated that bitch. Becky had Ryan’s heart and soul. The irony of it all was that she seemed to have him even more now that she was dead.

The crazy bitch had given her life for him… had deliberately sacrificed herself. And now she seemed to be his. It was all he ever thought about.

Selena was insanely jealous, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. The bitch was dead… and still she seemed to weigh heavily upon his mind. That much was clearly obvious.

Selena had wracked her brain for weeks trying to figure out how to draw him closer to her, how to make him focus on the loving attention she always gave him. But all of her efforts appeared to be in vain. He made love to her, even fucked her as often as she desired. But his heart and his mind were clearly elsewhere.

She sought answers for his distraction, sought understanding as to why Becky still seemed to be on his mind. But no answers were forthcoming. Then she sought out the one person she thought might have some insight into his behavior, another female she did not like very well. She sought out his mother.

“Why is his heart on Becky so much?” she asked the woman the next time their paths crossed. “Why is he so obsessed with her?”

The woman looked at her kindly. But the words she uttered made absolutely no sense to her whatsoever… “How did Becky die?”

“She hung herself for him,” Selena snorted in disgust. Ryan’s mother nodded solemnly… and then calmly turned and walked away.

“Wait!” she called out to the departing woman. “You have not given me an answer!”

“Oh but I have,” the woman said as she rounded the corner and disappeared…

Selena was baffled by such a cryptic response… baffled by it for weeks. She was baffled by it when she and Ryan fucked a few days later… and was once again painfully aware his mind appeared to be somewhere else. She was tempted to ask him personally, but that was an action one simply didn’t take when one was in her position.

She finally went to the room down in the basement where the bitch had hung herself. It was dark but the noose was still there, clearly visible hanging over the edge of the elevated platform. She shook her head muttering, “That crazy bitch.”

She climbed onto the platform, reached out and took hold of the noose. She gripped it in her hands, curiously studying it for the longest time. But it refused to give up its secrets.

On impulse she pulled it down over her head. Then she stood there on the edge of the platform, contemplating what it must have felt like for the crazy bitch to step off the way she did. She was astonished the way her nipples had suddenly hardened beneath her flimsy wrap.

She stood there for the longest time, trying to remember the events of the moment Becky had hung herself right down here in front of Ryan. She had watched unseen from a darkened corner, curious as to why the crazy bitch had pulled such a suicidal stunt. It still made no sense to her.

She remembered Becky’s dance in the rope the moment she had stepped off the front of the platform to dangle a couple of feet off the floor. It was a lewd dance the way her naked body had fought the noose. Her pussy had turned pink and wet as her clit had swollen; she had even pissed herself. And she had suggestively humped the air with her dying body.

Ryan had watched in silence the whole time. But Selena remembered the hardening of his cock as he stood there naked, the intense look of arousal in his features. Becky had painfully kicked her life away. And yet he had watched as though totally enthralled with her performance.

She remembered the moment Becky’s bladder had released, the splattering of piss upon the floor. Then Becky had hung quietly, her naked body twitching and jerking. It had been repulsive… and yet she had found it strangely thrilling.

He had lovingly pulled her body down, laying it out on a bench. Then he had started making love to it. Soon she recalled he was fucking the corpse with wild abandon, murmuring her name over and over again. It was almost as though…

Selena abruptly pulled the noose off from around her head, staring at it in complete and utter shock. What secrets was it hiding?? Then she thought she heard a response, a faint whisper of something.

Was it a sound from the manor? Was someone calling for her from somewhere on the floor above? …was it Ryan perhaps?

She paused to listen carefully; it was quiet and dark where she stood. Then she thought she heard it again. This time there was no mistaking the words.

It made her recoil, quickly discarding the noose in her hand as though it were a snake. Then she fled the basement in fright, her heart beating fast…

—

For days the noose haunted her thoughts. At night she dreamed of Becky hanging for Ryan, of his cock hardening during her lewd dance and of his subsequent fucking of her corpse. It made her restless… melancholy. She hated Becky more than ever… and the bitch was still DEAD!

One evening after a particularly unsatisfying lovemaking session with Ryan she wandered down to the basement, entering that same room in her sheer black wrap. She found herself staring up at the noose again, peering intently at it while trying to fathom its mysteries. Her memory returned to that fateful night of Becky’s hanging… the way that crazy bitch had forfeited her life to him and how he had fully given himself to her both body and soul by fucking her corpse.

She climbed up onto the platform again, walking to the center where she reached out and pulled the dangling noose toward her. She stared intently at it, trying to divine the answer to the mystery before her. Then she heard a sound, causing her to look up with a jolt.

Ryan was in the room with her, standing there nude in front of the platform. She tried to release the noose in her hand but strangely she could not let go. Then she looked more closely at him.

There was something in his eyes she hadn’t seen in a long time. This time he was looking at her in a much different way. It was as though some sort of deeply intense longing had appeared in his features.

She looked at him curiously without speaking; had he followed her down here? She did not know. Surely she would have noticed if he was trailing her, wouldn’t she?

She looked in his direction and then at the noose in her hand. Her eyes asked him a question that went unanswered as he stared at her. But wait… was his penis now stirring? Was THAT her answer??

She continued to look at him without speaking, becoming aware of the increased beating of her heart as well as the shortness of her breath. But he did not break the silence of the room. What was he waiting for??

As if by instinct she slowly brought the noose over her head, carefully watching for a reaction. What she saw out of him was a sharp inhalation of breath as his cock twitched visibly. Now the appendage she enjoyed so much seemed to be harder than ever!

Selena stared at Ryan as he stared back at her, neither one speaking. Her heart beat faster as her nipples hardened beneath her wrap. Why was this affecting her in such a strange manner?

She remembered Becky’s naked body standing where she now stood, remembered the crazy bitch deliberately cinching the noose tightly. Her eyes questioned Ryan again but there was no indication of a response. He simply stood there as though waiting to see what she would do.

Very slowly she shifted the noose around, placing the knot near her left ear. Then she slowly tightened it, her eyes never leaving Ryan the entire time. He inhaled again, his cock stiffly erect. She could just make out a glisten of precum pooling inside the very tip.

She remembered that strange sound the other day that had scared her, the words she had heard. She suddenly heard them again, although Ryan’s lips never moved. She hadn’t spoken either; she was sure they had not come from her! But she was equally certain he’d heard nothing by his lack of reaction.

She looked at him in silence with the noose snugged tightly around her throat. Its scratchy presence around her neck gave her the shivers, yet her nipples were incredibly hard from a strange arousal. She stared at Ryan… and then slowly pulled her wrap open to hang from her shoulders, deliberately exposing to him her heaving mounds and erect nipples.

He inhaled sharply again as once more his cock twitched. This time he reached down for it, almost grabbing it as he ran his fingers along the length of the shaft. He had never done that while Becky was hanging.

Selena’s eyes never left his as she stood there panting for breath, her chest heaving and her nipples fully erect. His eyes never left her either. On the contrary, he almost seemed to be lusting after her as she stood there in her vulnerable state! It made Selena’s heart skip a beat having not seen such desire in his eyes for her body for a very long time.

She thought of his mother’s words, remembered the way Becky had deliberately stepped off the platform to her death. She remembered Ryan’s reaction, remembered how enthralled he had been and what he had done to the body afterwards. And she remembered all the times later on when his mind was not on her during their many love-making and fucking sessions.

As if in a dream Selena slowly brought her arms behind her back, entangling them in her wrap as it hung by the straps from her shoulders. Then she stepped forward to the edge of the platform. The entire time her eyes never left Ryan’s as though curious to see his reaction.

He gasped again, this time grasping his cock but not stroking it. And still he had not spoken a word. Again her heart skipped a beat, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe normally.

For a long moment they stood staring at each other as though frozen in the moment. Then Selena swore she heard those words again, a quiet whisper in her ear. Had Becky heard those same words?

She was trembling, her legs becoming rubbery as two conflicting sides of the same individual debated in her mind. But the side that won was the side that wanted to see him stroke that cock, wanted that lust in his eyes to remain focused on her and her alone. So she succumbed to those whispered words… “Give yourself to him” as she stepped off the edge of the platform.

The moment she hit the end of the rope she started to kick. Instantly her mind began questioning what the hell had made her do it. But she was too busy fighting to live, too busy fighting the noose.

And then she saw Ryan vigorously stroking his cock…

Something warm blossomed inside her as she began humping the air, dancing lewdly as she thrust in his direction. That only made him stroke his cock harder. He had NEVER done that during Becky’s lewd dance!

She rasped and gurgled, her arms tangled in the wrap behind her back similar to the way Becky had secured her arms behind hers. Perspiration dripped off her naked body as she danced and gyrated while thrashing about. At one point she kicked off a heel, but that only seemed to inspire Ryan to stroke his cock even harder.

It hurt like hell; she could feel her face darkening from lack of oxygen. But there was something pleasurable swelling within her. Ryan was still stroking… gawd, he was stroking because of HER!!

Selena felt it go off inside her, an unbelievable warmth of extreme pleasure. She humped the air in his direction in ecstasy, causing him to stroke even harder. She couldn’t breathe; it hurt so bad; what had she done; was she insane?? But the whole time he kept jerking on his cock as he watched her. It made her giddy with happiness despite the agony she felt…

Yes… yes… stroke, my darling… stroke for me… enjoy my dance of death!!

With one last thrust of her hips she went limp, totally exhausted. Selena hung quietly, her naked body gently swaying back and forth. Her lips were parted, her tongue protruding.

Her organs were dying; she could feel them starting to fail inside her. But all that mattered was Ryan’s reaction. All that mattered was that he would no longer care about that bitch Becky.

He suddenly jumped up onto the platform, something she definitely hadn’t seen him do while Becky was hanging. Then he reached out and pulled her naked body to him. She actually felt his stiff prick thrust up into her swollen cunt, heard him lovingly whisper her name over and over again…

“Oh Selena… Selena… my beloved Selena… gawd, you are so beautiful… my precious, beloved Selena!” Then he was thrusting in and out of her, fucking her while she was still in the noose. He certainly hadn’t done that to Becky, that bitch!

Selena tried to speak words of love to her master. But she couldn’t even breathe; her breath was choked off. So she gave him the best look of love she was capable of giving. That’s when his cock went off inside her.

Selena felt the warmth of his seed being pumped into her dying body. Then she shuddered as a small orgasm went off inside her. She was grateful she was still conscious enough to feel him give his greatest gift to her… the gift of himself. Then her vision began to fade as her eyes glazed over, her bladder releasing. Her last conscious thought was that he no longer belonged to that bitch Becky!

Now he belonged to her…

Ryan lovingly thrust in and out of her twitching, yielding cunt as his seed and her piss mixed to slither down her legs, splattering onto the floor. “Oh Selena, my Selena,” he kept murmuring tenderly. It had been so incredible; she had totally given herself to him without the slightest effort on his part! He would never forget this precious, totally erotic gift she had lovingly bestowed upon him for as long as he lived…

(Inspired by pictures found in Cypher’s DFN album.)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories | Tagged hanging, nudity, pictures | Leave a comment

Girls get what they want 2.9 (10)

Posted on March 30, 2016 by riwa

(edited and reposted)

I love Bamboo. We’ve been best friends for years. We do everything together… and that includes fooling around.

I don’t know how many times we’ve made out together. And it’s the most fun when we’re underwater. She’s always so sexy and playful, and she’s a great breath-holder.

She has a hot body; I just love playing with it underwater. She’s sexy as hell and she always gets my motor running. When we’re in a pool together I can’t help myself. I’ve got to reach out and start playing with her.

When we’re in the water I can’t wait to get her top off. She’s got the biggest, hottest nipples of any woman I know. I just love pulling on them; they are soo sexy.

I’m totally jealous of her luscious tits. But she tells me she can’t get enough of mine. It makes me feel sexy as hell when she takes my top off so she can see them.

Once we get started we just can’t stop. I always want that sexy bitch out of her bottoms because I want to molest her so bad. And she lets me take her bottoms off every time.

Of course you KNOW I love it when she takes mine off too. That tells me she’s got the hots for me. It’s such a turn-on knowing how bad she wants me underwater.

The water is boiling by the time we both get naked. That’s when I go after those luscious nipples of hers. She has such sexy ones and they turn me on like you wouldn’t believe, especially when they are nice and hard. I love it when they’re hard because that tells me she’s horny as hell. I can’t help it; I just have to suck on them.

Of course you KNOW she has to turn around and suck on mine, don’t you? She just takes ‘em into her mouth and sucks on them like a nursing infant. It gives me the shivers something fierce. But she loves it because she knows it gets me all hot and bothered.

By this time we’re usually horny as hell as we always go right in and start playing with each other. We’re hot and we’re horny and we’re bubbling like crazy. We sit on our asses on the bottom of the pool because that’s where we love to have a good time. Holding our breath while making out underwater is a real turn-on.

But let’s face it; a girl’s got to have cock, right? And we both love cock, especially when we can get it underwater while holding our breath. Underwater cock is simply the best.

So we’re sitting naked on the floor of this pool, you know, when these two guys look down on us. Bamboo and I immediately start touching ourselves; I mean you can’t get any more obvious than THAT, right?? We were horny for cock and these two guys looked promising.

Lickety-split, they strip out of those swim trunks like a couple of horny wildebeests. Then they dive right into the water and come after us. We hope these two studs can hold their breath underwater or Bamboo and I are going to end up sorely disappointed.

Sometimes you’ve got to get a guy’s attention, you know… tell him what you want? Well these two figured it out right away. Our legs were spread wide in invitation and they came right in and got started. I could tell Bamboo loved what was being done to her. But my guy was no slouch either.

One thing was certain: these two guys knew what they were doing. Not only that, they had great breath control. Bamboo and I were in heaven getting a hot underwater licking.

Soon it was our turn to be on the giving end. After getting a good breath up at the surface we came down and knelt right in front of those two cocks. I don’t know what Bamboo was thinking about. But I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around some juicy man-meat just to show him what a good, underwater cock-sucker I am.

I had a good one and I sure was happy with what I got to suck on. He really twitched in my mouth too. I think he enjoyed it almost as much as I did.

Bamboo didn’t seem to have any complaints with hers. I saw her gobbling it down like it was a really tasty treat. She moaned and bubbled as she worked on that juicy dick.

We were happy as a couple of clams, eagerly gulping down those meaty poles. It was really arousing sucking cock side by side. I was all turned on at the two of us on the pool floor holding our breath together while sucking dick.

I’m not really sure which one of us is the better breath-holder. Sometimes I think Bamboo can stay down longer and sometimes I think I’m the one who can outlast her. But we were sure as hell giving each other a run for their money staying under while sucking those cocks. And the guys didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Bamboo was sure loving up on that cock of hers. She licked the tip playfully, giving him a good tease. Then she took it down her throat, enjoying every tasty morsel.

I was completely satisfied with mine too. I even gagged on it as I took it deep down my throat just as far as it would go. He really seemed to enjoy that as I could hear him moan up at the surface.

I certainly love a juicy cock in my mouth. But I love it even better when it’s fucking my pussy. Bamboo and I finally got what we wanted when those guys entered us from behind. I was in the perfect position as I got to suck on Bamboo’s nipples again while I was getting a good, hard pounding.

We got to face each other while getting the good, hard underwater fucking we wanted. But we still enjoyed molesting each other the whole time. We kissed and groped each other while our pussies were getting the shaft.

Oh these guys were good. They laid out flat on the pool bottom so the two of us could enjoy riding ourselves some cock. And we were close enough to continue groping and fondling each other as we enjoyed locking lips.

Let me tell you: riding that cock was hot. And seeing Bamboo’s hard nipples from her sexual excitement made it even hotter. Watching her take that cock up her twat was a huge turn-on.

I was so horny I just had to enjoy those big tits of hers. Seeing her getting fucked while listening to her moans of pleasure as I licked those erect nipple was incredibly hot. The water was boiling with our hot, sexy foursome.

Well, you know how we are… how we like to share? After we went up to the surface to catch our breath she suggested we swap partners. I had no problem with that. So back down we went, climbing onto the other cock for a change. Then we were off on our erotic ride of impaled pussies and nipple-sucking.

I guess we figured the guys might be getting a little jealous how we were making out with each other so much. So we rode them cowgirl style in order to give them our undivided attention. After all, you’ve got to let a guy know how much you’re enjoying riding his cock; am I right? After all, these guys were great!

But you know what? I think the guys enjoyed watching Bamboo and I make out with each other. They shifted positions on the bottom of the pool and lay close to each other so they could watch us. Naturally she and I couldn’t resist doing a little “reaching out and touching someone” if you know what I mean.

After we went up for a breath, you know what those guys did? This time we were the ones with our backs on the pool floor getting a glorious underwater shafting. Bamboo and I spread our legs and held hands as they really gave it to us good. I just love sharing a good, double-underwater fuck with her.

Oh we were in heaven; let me tell you. It felt so good I thought I was going to cum my ass off. Bamboo was in pure bliss; I could tell by her bubbly moans of pleasure.

Boy, was I getting a good shafting. He was hitting me just right while I furiously rubbed my clit. Holding my breath made it even better. Then I popped off as I was hit with an orgasm that was both deep and intense while Bamboo kept grunting and moaning her pleasure.

Those bastards didn’t let up, and we loved them for it. I swear they pushed our breath-holding limits to the max. Bamboo never once complained; she loves cumming while her chest is heaving. She was tweaking her nipples the whole time; I could tell she was enjoying herself.

I heard her when she popped off. She closed her eyes and winced, groaning as she lost air out of her lungs. But I could see it in her face how much she was enjoying it. Hell, it looked like she was all wrapped up in a blanket of pleasure. And those sexy nipples of hers were super-hard, let me tell you.

My guy suddenly kicked it up a notch. I think he was enjoying fucking me underwater. I grunted and burbled as I really started losing air. For a minute there I thought he was trying to fuck the breath right out of me!

My lungs began to burn but he wouldn’t let me up. He was really pushing me to my limits until I was both scared and aroused. I fought like hell to hold my breath, hoping I could last long enough to cum again.

The next thing I know I’m cumming up a storm as I screamed my breath away. Man, was that intense. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. The combination of being fucked while holding my breath was incredible.

When I glanced over at Bamboo I saw she was getting one hell of a good fucking. She was bubbling like crazy as he pounded her sweet pussy. I knew it was only a matter of time before she popped off again.

My lungs were on fire but I wanted to stay down long enough to watch her cum. When I saw her tip her head back and open her mouth in a silent scream I knew she was having the big O. She grabbed her tits and shuddered hard; I knew she was in ecstasy.

The guys let us up to catch our breaths. Then we came back down to help finish them off. We were on the pool floor sucking cock like a couple of underwater sluts, Bamboo kneeling while I sat flat on my ass. But this time there was no molesting each other. We wanted to thank our guys for the wonderful shafting they’d given us.

Our heads eagerly bobbed up and down, our hair swirling around out heads as we eagerly gulped down those meaty poles. We couldn’t wait to receive our protein shakes. And the guys were more than willing to oblige.

Bamboo had her lips wrapped around that juicy cock like she couldn’t get enough of it. She’s a great cocksucker; he was moaning up at the surface as he thrust between her lips. Lucky guy.

Meanwhile I worked my cock over like a pro, holding my breath for ages just to get him off. I was looking forward to making him shoot his load. After all, he’d certainly pleased me and it was time to return the favor.

It was so hot hearing the two of us sucking and slurping and grunting underwater together. We were determined get those two off as our way of saying thanks. It was a real turn-on hearing Bamboo work on her cock while I worked on mine.

Bamboo motioned me over to watch since hers was ready to go off. I moved over, eager to see that cream spurt into the water. She gave him a sexy jerking with her hand as he got really stiff.

When the first load spurted out Bamboo made sure she got a tasty mouthful. I moaned erotically, egging her on to enjoy that creamy load. It was so hot seeing him spurt in the water like that.

He was still spurting when she aimed it in my direction. So I opened my mouth to snatch up any morsel I could get with my lips. Bamboo just loves to share.

Then it was the other guy’s turn. This time we worked him together, taking turns sucking his cock until he was ready. Bamboo took him into her mouth while I sucked his full balls. But they weren’t going to be full for long.

His cock twitched as she sucked on the tip. She was jerking it like she was getting his first spurt. Then she passed it right over to me to finish him off.

She had this big smile on her face as I got a healthy taste. His cum was delicious. It was a nice protein shake after a hot afternoon of underwater sucking and fucking.

When we were done sucking we decided to share what we still had in our mouths. They watched as we shared that last load of cum underwater, kissing and moaning like a couple of sluts. By then we were done with them. We’d gotten what we wanted out of them so we didn’t need them anymore.

We smiled as we gave them a goodbye wave. We really appreciated the glorious fucking they’d given us.

Then it was back to making out with each other. That’s how we like to finish up a good double-fuck… by kissing and playing with each other. After all, Bamboo is so damned hot; I just can’t get enough of her!

So we wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing and making out while luxuriating in the juicy orgasms the guys had fucked right out of us. It felt good being underwater kissing each other while holding our breath together.

(written Nov 7 ’13 by rwia)

(Pictures are from SexUnderwater.com and are used for illustration purposes only.)

Posted in Picture Stories, Underwater Stories | Leave a comment

Donate
Any donation to help in what I do is much appreciated.
July 2025

S M T W T F S

1 2 3 4 5

6 7 8 9 10 11 12

13 14 15 16 17 18 19

20 21 22 23 24 25 26

27 28 29 30 31

« Jun
Categories
Categories
Recent Posts
Top Rated Posts

4.3 (474)

4.2 (270)

The seductress 9

4.2 (255)

An aquaphile’s confession

4.2 (229)

Ghost of the Mary Celeste

4.1 (218)

Ziva and the shark
Tags
bagging BDSM beheading bondage breathholding cannibalism choking drowning female sex forced orgasms graphic sex hanging incest male victim masturb nudity oral sex pictures scuba sex toys strangling topless uw sex wetsuit
Meta

(edited and reposted)

(repost)

(edited with an additional 900 words and reposted)

(Author’s note: This was in response to a scifi writing contest at DFN. It was too long to be eligible but I had fun writing it.)

(edited and reposted)

(edited and reposted)

Donate

Categories

Recent Posts

Top Rated Posts

Tags

Meta